[K]trajectory

Many times you try to forget the past, good or bad memories, some embarrass you, others make you fragile and vulnerable, so you let go of them and move forward, like a rose that non-stop becomes another rose, cutting off excess branches in a hurry, leaving the broken branches and leaves spread on the ground behind you. Until a certain moment you think you have broken free, so you look back and see the trajectory that continues to this day. You are the cloud, the sea, and forgetfulness. You are also every self you have ever lost. Reading notes: 1. This article is also called "My dead first love suddenly started attacking me". It is the product of the author's struggle for his first love before he became completely lazy. 2. For those of you who have read my Fushimi article from a few years ago... The style of this article may be much different otz 3. The text is adapted from selected poems by Borges. Intention: You are every self you have ever lost.