Boys and Girls
Do you ever collect memories in form of objects in a weird way? Weird way meaning that the object has nothing really to match in a million years the memory? Alright, let me get to the point; I collect toilet rolls, hundreds of them (you will be amazed how many you can get in a month, plenty). Any-whozies, I tell the odd curious Joe who thinks that I am crazy because of he stashed collection in my room that I simply cannot throw them away because I may need them someday. That is the literal sense of the whole idea though; I collect toilet rolls because, they represent every fond memory I have ever had alone in my room...by myself. Whether I composed a killer song or poem or came up with a word like Zigmonki or I had a fun sing and dance along to my music collection; you know, the fun stuff people with imaginations do when they are alone. So back off toilet roll haters, I am not crazy! But boy, are they many! So this means I have lots of memories being alone and inventing the meaning of fun all over again within the four walls of my room. So, what symbolic attempt or depiction do you have for your memories whether good or bad. I think we should all have a “meho” which stands for Memory Hobby (great, there goes another toilet roll coz I just invented yet another word). In other words, make a hobby out of collecting your memories; it’s fun and therapeutic for all you shrink victims
BOOYA!
