241214 違う書架の記憶、ジム

昔の音源を聴くと
その頃に関わった人々の
顔や声や発言

更に質感まで
想い出されるんです

この人は爽やかだったなぁ
彼とは泣く泣く別れたんだった
とか

彼は生意気だったなぁ
その生意気さが
声に現れていて
素晴らしかったなぁ
とか

彼のドラムはスゴかったな
人とシて付き合えなかったのは
甚だ遺憾だったな
など

スッと思い出せる

コレは記憶の種類が
違うのだろうなぁ

書架が違う
とでも云おうか
アクセスも早いし
精度も高い様に想える

何でナンだろう
結局
苦しいながらも
自分で撰んだ道の苦労は
なんだかんだ愉しくて

振り返れば
明るかったのかも知れないなぁ
と感じました

241214 Memory of a different stack, GYM

When I listen to the old sound recordings
the faces, voices and statements of the people
Faces, voices, statements

And even the textures
I remember them.

This man was so refreshing.
I broke up with him in tears
or

He was so cocky.
That cockiness was in his voice.
He was wonderful.
and

His drumming was amazing.
It's a shame he didn't get to hang out with other people.
And so on.

I can remember it all at once.

I guess this is a different kind of memory.

Different shelves.
It's quicker to access.
It seems to be more accurate.

I don't know why.
In the end, the hardships of the path I've chosen, though painful
Is somehow pleasurable

Looking back
I felt that it might have been bright.

by DeepL