Far

I once learnt a little bit of Farsi.

It’s a distant memory now. Of a distant place and time. Of a journey we once took to Iran to see friends who I have not now seen or spoken to for the longest time.

But those distant memories are no more distant, in truth, than my memory of making myself a coffee half an hour ago. Both that cup of coffee and our trip to see Hossein, Pooran, Marzi and Vaji two decades ago, are as distant, or as close by, as each other. In my world.

Both happened then, not now. Now they exist only in my conscious mind.

Although even the actual experiences, now I come to mention it, only happened in my conscious mind back then. And both experiences are equally accessible to me now. One can connect me to the other in fact.

To prove the point, my synapses just connected them.

What a remarkable universe exists within each of us.