#11 Memories

Memories play a huge role in how we see ourselves and how we tackle our creative process. But is the past truly set in stone as they say? Maybe not. This episode is not a trip down memory lane. It’s all about the questions that emerge when we think about all the things we remember and the ones we forgot. And why is it that certain smells can take you right back to your childhood? What's Memento Mori Lab? Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action. Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! Instagram: @memento.mori.lab Twitter: @mementomorilab Poems Memories If memory serves me...well, it doesn't. Memories, myths, legends, all cut from the same cloth. Stories told over and over become independent, Standing on their own two feet, no longer attached to facts. They never were factual. An event takes place in front of hundreds of spectators. A thousand different stories emerge. We might look at the same thing, but we don't see the same thing. Bound by our perceptions and points of view, each observer witnesses a different story. Over time stories are molded, sculpted, and repeated until the memory fades away. All we are left with are stories. Memories come in flashes, blurry, and incoherent. Pieces of a puzzle, forever incomplete. Suddenly, we remember a smell, a song, a voice, a movement, a moment. It's hard to pin it down, but it's there, somewhere within ourselves. Then, come the stories, patching things together until it all makes sense. - Not Worthy of Remembrance My mind plays tricks on me Melting memories together In the molds of my plots Developed over the years, These narratives of delusion Mend my shattered recollections My mind deemed most of my life not worthy of remembrance Except for some scars and tears I remember the stories, Told a million times, But not the moments. Those vanished forever. Then, a scent fills the air And a song plays on the radio All that I felt comes back to me, As if I'd never left that moment to begin with. - Bright Pink Popcorn - Published on Medium “Not Poetry”