I don't have my own place.
Places change, just like the people around me.
Just like circumstances and landscapes.
I don't have a goal, a plan. The plan is to live.
The only thing you can get from this are memories.
Memories of places, people, animals, moments, and circumstances.
They will stay with me until the end.
They will bring back past emotions.
So I grab what awakens them in me, seemingly stopping time.
Worth remembering.
Worth returning to, even if only to see what path I have traveled.
To know myself.
