Forest of memories
I just found that almost two years old recording of my lonely walk through the forest of my childhood. All those new-old places brought a lot of strange memories that were hard to connect and decipher. It made me realize how bad memory is. We think we remember something but whenever we do, the memory itself changes and it no longer is what it used to be. Places present in memories change to the extent that they are not recognizable. With lack of reference, everything becomes very vague and relative.