NERVO - We're All No One

Caught this tune on the radio last night while on my laptop, and I just had to look up the lyrics this morning. Entrancing tune & lyrics, with the Airborne Tactics Remix.

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You do your best. 
You take the fall.
You reminisce
About almost nearly having it all. 
 
You see the stars
You try and catch one ooooh
You tried so hard 
Chasing, nothing 
 
Because, We're all no one 'til someone thinks that we're someone 
'Til then we're no one And you got me looking at you 
 
I said we're all no one 'til someone thinks that we're someone 
'til then we're no one
And you got me looking at you, looking at you 
 
We're all the same
 We all have hopes 
Ohh it gets insane
When you're slipping down that downward slope 
I come with peace, I offer love. 
So if you're hearing me,
 Then hurry baby,
 Give it up...

Burying Luggage, Burying Memories

It's 1:08 AM
Feeling nostalgic
Listening to Soul Central - Strings of Life (Danny Krivit Re-Edit)

Not sure what the exact cause of it was, but I went on FB this afternoon and spent two hours going through most of my online photo albums and deleting them. Of course, there were a few gems here and there that I wanted to keep as memoirs of my past - both joyful and sad - experiences; those I organized them into neat little categories and saved them from being erased from memory of mankind.

But... this 'deletion' itself was bitter in taste from start to finish.

I could remember all the events, all the persons, all the objects, all the inside jokes, and all the memory triggers inside the pictures. Anyone could, if they've ever used a camera. For the sake of moving on, I felt it natural for me to bury my unnecessary luggage behind. Too many people that I know I would not ever meet in life again. Too many pictures of the same, generic events. It's mentally and emotionally burdening for me to carry them with me, so I chose to compress them as much as I could, maybe a picture or two for every 'moment'.

But it struck me.

Once they were gone,  they were gone. Forever. I won't be remembering this detail and that from just pure memory. They were imprinted on those photos, and those details will be gone. Those faces, those clothes, those people... gone. Who will remember them? Not me. I'm just... gonna drop them here and walk on. Maybe I would remember in a dream someday in the future. Maybe somebody else will remember them.

Would we watch a video of our lives with our friends after we die? Would we remember each other? Would we smile and laugh?

Yeah... I had a moment as I was deleting those photos. Heavy day today.

Notice to You

You. You from Bangkok, Thailand, who uses Safari and Apple OS X to visit my blog.

Why do you keep visiting my blog? I don't write anymore. There is no point in writing publicly for me.