This moment contains more than its inner quietness. Somehow it’s not even about memory. I would like to use my own ‘metaphor’ for this moment. It contains happiness, lightness, sadness, sometimes even hatred or anger. But sometimes these moments re-appear from somewhere in your mind, where they have become ‘a piece of heavy white bread’, with the smell of products that were once used by you or by somebody else.
These moments might not be associated to anyone but yourself. Like a projection of yourself, longing or regretting a moment lost in time and space.