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Christina says:
Where I am, it's 1 November, which means
#FiveQuestions #gemini time
So here we go!
1. Most "It's a UNIX system!" hacking scenes. They make me groan.
2. Underwater scenes. Whenever a character has to hold their breath underwater, I hold my immediately and instinctively hold my breath along with them. Nine times out of ten, there's no way they can hold their breath that long!
Geez, I'm not a big movie person. Is it cliche to say The Matrix? I remember watching it for the first time so vividly. It was such a unique and powerful movie watching experience.
Maybe I could answer this question better if I change "movie" to "book". The summer I was 12, I read the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy straight through. That was an intense experience. I'd like to relive that feeling of wonder and transportation if possible. I remember loving how meandering the story was.
The memory wipe would have to be complete though!
This is a story I've told many times, so skip it if you've heard it before, but a while back, I had a terrible, haunting experience reading the first three books of The Wheel Of Time. I had this ongoing, hypnagogic, just-waking-from-a-dream kind of sensation in which each part of the book I read, I suddenly had a memory of having read it before. Or I would suddenly remember what was about to happen next. I had obviously read this book before. Each time it happened, I would think to myself that I had finally caught up to my past self, because I couldn't remember past that point. Not until it all happened again. FOR THREE ENTIRE BOOKS.
At some point in the past, I had read these books, and had completely forgotten about them. Enough so that I kept reading, but not enough to keep from everything I read from being familiar.
It was terrible. I felt like I was gaslighting myself or something.
A yellow and red Transformers toy. He would fold up into a cool looking car, and when he was unfolded into a man, he was a good 12 inches tall. Significantly larger than any of my other action hero toys. And also a car. He was always the leader of my troops.
I wonder if it's still at my parents' house somewhere..
Maybe some kind of pale periwinkle? I'm a fatigued, anxious light blue/purple.
Lady, dog, and dog.
Gosh, I guess that dang photo album that my mom mailed me this year. Now that I have precious family memories on paper, I guess I'd need to save them. Note to self: digitize that shit.
Goal: don't have anything in your home you'd be afraid to lose in a domicile fire. Create backups and redundancies.
I would feel silly grabbing almost anything. I have a large, pink quilt my great-grandmother made that I would maybe want to grab. I'm not that attached to it, really. But it's definitely irreplaceable. But then I'd be standing outside watching my home burn down, holding a quilt.
I suppose I'm kind of happy to realize I don't really have many attachments to many *things*. This is the way I wish to live in the world. I have memories and experiences separate from the items and possessions that remind me of them. If I lost those items, perhaps those memories would endure, or perhaps they would fade and ultimately disappear. This is the way of things. Impermanence is the nature of all things after all.
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