what happens to our memories after we die
[Having existential thoughts during a roadtrip to visit my friend's parents' house in the woods.]
I strongly believe a core memory that will remain even after I die is the many 10-hour-long bus rides to my hometown during our only week of university break each semester. The specific moment when the sun progressively rose as we drove on the highway and reverberated inside the bus with golden beams of light, while the perfect song played in my headphones. It seemed everything was in the place it was meant to be: me in the bus bathed in morning sunlight, on the way back to where I grew up. I, and everything else, did not seem so strange and impossible then.