Memories
A.I. Generated Artwork I had the dream again last night. In it, I am sorting through the relics of an inheritance I received separating things into piles and eagerly anticipating researching and looking at each and everything carefully to identify the story behind it and why it is so meaningful to me. But at the end, the people in the room helping me sort them into piles leave and I'm left with this sad feeling of what to do with these things. The memories of them are what make them valuable to me and I know they create no memories for anyone else. I woke up with a generally sadness of trying to figure out what to do with all the physical items. This is probably the third or fourth time I've had this dream now. Having received similar inheritances in the past, I'm guessing it is my brain's way of processing subconscious thoughts, although writing this post brings them out to the forefront of my conscious. As I have sorted through things in the past, I have indeed writte...