Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

A personal tidbit, rather than an extradited contemplation:

I've moved to a new city for the summer. I spend most of my time walking around, looking up at the different/same sky, and the people and buildings that have set themselves up to surround me. This is an entirely different place from where I regularly reside, and that is what I enjoy most.

However, it seems as though people commonly notice those things that remind them of where they've come from. The favourite cafe I've discovered reminds me of one from my town. One of my roommates is the doppelganger of my friend Sam Rodgers. As a matter of fact, I am seeing doppelgangers on every street corner, ghostlike renditions of friends from other places. It is at once both familiarizing and estranging.

Perhaps I am one among very few who imperceptibly search for those things known in what is unknown. But, still, one then wonders how an embrace can be shaped that includes only the wonder of all things unrecognized.

Lying in separateness.

Popular emo songs of the 1990s sing of distance and a desire to collapse that gap, most commonly (since they're emo songs) between a romantic couple, or some ideal childhood circumstance. Closure is such a desire to sing about, distance is such an obstacle to defeat.

There is nothing more valuating, though, than the noticeable correlary posted concerning such a distance and how much it concerns you. This, called misery. Perhaps you might not realize just how much a person means to you until you are no longer allowed the luxury of their presence. So you yearn for that presence to come back.

But I wonder, when that presence is again presented, at how quickly the hollow ache of misery, one that resides so low in a person's abdomen, simply dissipates, hastily replaced by relief and elation. Yet how valuable is misery, then; for elation would not occur if it were not for the emptiness preceding it. This, an appreciation for misery sometimes called masochism, is sometimes for one to allow it value and graduating appreciation through its perpetuation. But some say, in response to such accusations of an addiction to misery, that they will allow it to perpetuate as long as it must, for the fortune that follows will be all the greater.