ALWAYS IN MY MIND.

“Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.” 
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

Flashback, only one word to describe a whole experience. 

Flashback as the word mean it, is when you remember really fast something, maybe you didn’t want to remember or you haven’t thought about it long time ago.

In narrative, flashback is an interjected scene that takes the narrative back tin time from the current point of the story, the flashback is also used to bring back important events from the past that are related with the present story to fill important events or scenes.

Also there exists flash-forward, talks about events or scenes that will occur in the future.

Now I have an example for you of a story flashback that I wrote:

2:30 pm, skies are so cloudy and I just had lunch , I want a cigar as always at this time, but all of my thoughts about my routine and my daily cigar seems permeate because of a single bench, in front of my house, definitely not a common bench in this moment.

Memories never hurt me that much, but now I see his silhouette, as he was sitting there last night, even knowing is just my imagination, is hurting me; looking at me, wearing out my heart like a stone being drilled, because of his look.

How he moved his hands while he was talking, he was showing me that insecure young man, he was never apart from me. His breath and his calmness while he was talking, although I was looking at his lips and face the way you look the unattainable things, with repentance. I was looking at that bench the same way and everything that evoked his presence.

While I was imagining him there, seeing him talking, telling me that his life was not very good and that he only wanted a hug. He didn´t know that with that hug he was taking my soul and the little happiness that I still had.

He was taking my breath away, like a storm that takes illusion’s people away. I saw him part, accepting that he never belongs me and will never be mine.

So keeping my way to my cigar I’m leaving him behind.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Now, I have some questions for you:

1. Have you ever feel a flashback with the smell of something? what smell?

2. If you have the opportunity to travel to the past, where would you go?

3.Can you tell me something that reminds you of someone? 

Writing, writing and more writing.

“You used to be much more..."muchier." You've lost your muchness.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Words are our ideas and our world reduced to concepts, what would it happens if all those words change their meaning? It is a great way to make our minds fly, when we think about new words or new concepts. 

In our communicative competence class we did something like that, creating a whole tale or story where some words have a different meaning, and this is mine:

“Running from rain is not a good idea, it is better when you just chill out and start walking, like rain is an extension of your soul and body, for me it is like that, but not today. Today I want to use my window and start faking that I am seeing what’s around me a little bit calmed, while walking to my house thinking about your deep eyes and the way you asked me such a thing. Kisses are floating in my mind, reminding me about the last telephone that we spent together, and the thunder that we shared. I don’t know if you are tonguing your head right now thinking about what I told you, but I hope you really understand that I cannot leave you that easy. I know that you want the best for me but you have to understand that even knowing you are dead now, you still beautiful to me and that tooth brush in your chest just make me feel that I don’t ever want to lose you, every time I see it I think about losing you and let me tell you that I won’t let that happens again, I am zooing in front of your smiling right now, waiting for you to be my box and finally start take the metro in the deep of your soul, going on vacations as the nervous guy I am, you know me, waiting for the final moment we share a new telephone using the pencil you love.”

Pause it, is that all? – Said Dr. Evans.

Yes that’s all, he continue repeating that since he came here two days ago. - Replied Dr. Nay.

Amazing, kill him now, if he remembers everything again I’m afraid sadness could kill him first. - Said Dr. Evans, walking away from the office.  

Hope you enjoyed it, here I left you some words with you can write a new paragraph too: 

Cat: Calling. 

Spinach: Trip

Mind flowers:  Talking 

Running: buying a cat

Goodbye: Kissing