I have always been fascinated with relationship time and memory. Memories seem suggestible, subjective and are colored by emotion. Can we ever fully trust them? Are they able to persist in their own reality?
What if memories could be record by the state for monitoring and social control? What if you were offered the possibility of reliving your most precious memory – would you take it? And at what price? These are some of the questions I am attempting to answer as I write my new Sci-Fi novella, Memory Stalker…
The original idea for this came from my poem Pure Perfection:
It happens without warning,
The perfect moment, second, instant,
Fleetingly before it vanishes;
Grasping at its shadow,
Feeling its tenuous texture,
Luxuriating in the surreal essence,
Of past experience.
If only you could preserve it;
Then revive its sleeping princess,
With a stealthy lover’s kiss,
Back into your consciousness,
As if it were never lost,
Abandoned or forgotten,
Only, waiting to be recaptured.
In times of deep distress,
Of disinterest and disaffection;
Relive those precious moments.
Awaken the taste of madeleine cake,
And resuscitate your past,
Time remembered, time forgotten,
Memories intricately reconstructed.
Remembrance of lives once lived,
Of innocent, childhood tales,
And seductive lovers past,
Both saved and savored,
Sweet and persuasive.
Time can captivate and fascinate,
In its pure perfection.
First published in the Screcch Owl 2015