Jadi inilah awalnya. Waktu kita tak lagi terbentur. Aku dan kamu mulai berselisih ruang. Sampai nanti tak ada lagi alasan untuk bersua. Dan sekelebat ini menjelma kenangan. Entah apa maknanya bagimu.
Bagiku artinya selalu satu, kehilangan.
I don’t like that words. “Memories”
Remember that story in the elementary school reader?
The one called “what color was the girl’s dress?” You read it?
Well, Person A and Person B are talking about the past. They start talking about a painting that was hanging on the hallpace of their elementary school. It’s a painting of a girl picking flowers during a bright red sunset.
Person A says : “that brings back memories! The painting of that girl in a yellow dress, right?”
But B says: “You’ve got it wrong, the girl’s dress was bright red under the setting sun.”
But A insists… “Oh no, I’m sure of it. she was wearing a bright yellow dress shinning in the sunset!!”
Both are insistent.
“No, It was red!”
“No, It was yellow!”
“Okay then. Let’s go there and check what color it was.” And the two return to their good old elementary school in anticipation.
“What color was the girl’s dress?”
What color was it?
… No color in the picture. The painting was in black and white. Itwas a painting with shads and shadows, the girl’s dress was completely black. But in their memories, both people believed that the painting was in color. Get it?
Human memories aren’t reliable. You can believe something without color was in color. Your brain will add something … or just glorify it. So I don’t believe in those so-called “Beautiful Memories.”
Then what do you believe in?
(Source: A scene between Yano & Nana from Bokura Ga Ita by Obata Yuuki)