See this picture here? The picture that Sideview has set as her weekend theme for this week? The picture of the corridor with all those doors, and the shadows and the light parts and the other door at the end? That picture is how I see my mind.
Not all of it, but the place where I need to go when I’m searching for a memory or two. And, it isn’t as though I actually do the searching myself – my mind takes care of that itself too, but this is how I see my mind when it is searching for a memory.
Well, in this and many other corridors. This one corridor would not be large enough to contain every single experience I ever came across in this lifetime, the lifetimes before (and after) this one, and the many different lifetimes that have existed in the dream world.
Each of these experiences gets stored somewhere, and I imagine each experience is grouped together and stored in the most relevant room. And the Memory Keeper is the aspect of me whose sole task is to go and retrieve the memories when needed.
Usually, my Memory Keeper does a wonderful job. Sometimes he takes his time, and sometimes he gets a memory from the completely wrong room – I’m sure he does that deliberately just to confuse me. I’m sure he’s aware that I’m confused most of the time anyway, but his job isn’t to think of that – his job is to go and get the memory in split second timing.
I don’t know how his filing system works, but I’d imagine him firstly having corridors for years, and then each door along the corridor would be for either every month, or possibly every week.
Or, he could have a corridor for names, with each door containing memories of everyone I have ever come across with that name.
Or, he could have a corridor for feelings and emotions, and each door along that corridor stores the memories associated with each emotion I feel.
Or, he could have a corridor for places, with each door here holding ways to get to people, sights and sounds, smells and any other thing associated with that place.
And now, I think he’s had to open up a brand new corridor to contain doors, with their corridors and rooms beyond them, for my characters I’ve created throughout my time writing this blog… together with some ‘artificial’ memories of theirs also.
My inner Memory Keeper is very busy, it must be said. I don’t think he ever rests, even when I do, he’ll be firing something at me from one of the many rooms for one reason or another.
But with all that said, I simply wonder what it would be like to walk along the corridor itself. Would it be deadly silent, with only the echoes of my footsteps reverberating along with me as I walk from end to end? Or would the sounds of every single memory stored within each room be deafening, even with the doors closed?
I’d like to think it’s the first option, the quiet one, which is what I feel when I look at the picture. Who knows what could be inside each room, but the corridor itself is calm. Even through light and dark.