There is a distant memory that I am struggling to access. It won’t be pinned down. It taunts me.
It’s like it got buried under layers, and these layers became hard and rock-like with time as additional memories piled on top. Solidifying an inaccurately rendered memory.
Glitching and skipping, it keeps getting stuck.
I want to replicate the stuff of that memory, and to do that through making. I will make what I can remember. Memory unearthed.
Excavate and iron out the discrepancies. Hold it up to the light and see if it is what I first thought it was.
It’s a dangerous process and may end in tragedy. Or be disastrous in its disappointment.
I won’t know until I have finished.