You walk into it. It’s full of cell brains. It’s reddish. As Mars. Full of

blood. All over. You move along it as in dream. With wings of freedom.

There are an infinity of rooms with cabinet files. With millions of

memories storaged in a huge library. Some are pleasant. Others

aren’t. It feels as the huge, huge…ever built computer in the universe.

With endless storage capacity. Gratis. And you go into this room and

that other. And see yourself at the time it happened. In vivid color.

Sound and perspective. Ah…that time with beautiful…X…it had

rained…the air smelled as wet grass…the swallow passing by…the cat

purring along your legs…love making going through the tunnel of

time…the aroma of those armpits drowning your lungs…those legs

strangling you by the waist…making you feel short of breath…those two

mountains chocking you…those sweet eyes taking you to Heaven…

All those memories are in the storage room of your mind. You couldn’t

go through each and every one of them. Of course not. But…you

walked in for a few minutes. To realize the existing universe in your

head. Congratulations.

EO