Memoria - Pages 32 & 33

Memory Introduction - Pages 32 & 33-ish

Salty granules whip through salty air and fly through now-salty wisps of hair that whip against The Boy's cheek. Chunks of dirt crunch underneath his boots as he makes his way across the long abandoned road. Now surrounded by trees, the sound of silence encroaches upon his incessantly noisy universe. The sea stretches out before his eyes. The only sounds left are the wind and the waves; both crashing interminably against whatever has the gall to interrupt their serendipitous journeys. He reaches down and grinds sand slowly between his thumb and index finger.

—To see the world in a grain of sand.

The Boy is as surprised as his surroundings at the suddenness of the adage as well as the new rasp his voice had acquired. The silky tone of his vocal cords had temporarily shifted to the earthy husk that always reminded him of a rasp rubbing against tree bark.

Dust flies off long locked tumblers as they turn rapidly within his mind. He slowly opens his palm so the remaining particles of sand are swept from their hitherto resting place of infinity into a spiraling tailspin. His eyes watch each granule without seeing any. The sand has unconsciously mimicked the vortex that has overtaken his conscious being. He slowly travels down the hallowed hallways of long repressed experiences ushered deep within his psyche. Memories he himself had locked behind thick, ancient oaken doors with rusty hinges and dust-caked jambs. He knows exactly where it is, but it has always been too painful to remember in its entirety. Yet he finally finds the right key and the day comes flooding back, overtaking his conscious mind with its force.