quinta-feira, outubro 10, 2013

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On the impossibility of downloading our brain information...

We're accustomed to save all the information we can in our portable devices, we take pictures, we record videos we share them over our social networks, we share so we don't forget, we share information that is in fact how we use to mark our school books, or others, in the pages we wanted to remember an image, we wanted to save a special quote, we marked our memory in bits of paper because some of us feel the urgent need to store everything we can so we build a memory from our life, we save and share things that relate directly to us in a different way than other things are completely random and go unnoticed.
We relate to things in way we don't even understand how do they become part of our lives, we remember things in a way our brain organizes information and we don't have any control over that. We relate to those things sometimes in a very filmic, cinematic way, we close our eyes and we are taken through a voyage of pictures, words, smells, snippets of moving details, that we didn't even know that we're stored, somehow they are and we're taken back to them...
Yesterday while taking a bike out for a ride and somewhere in the middle I got 'lost' in the middle of the city biggest park, at a very specific moment, under some vines I looked up and a feeling of déjà-vu stayed with me for a while until I recalled from a journey back in 2008 when I was under some similar skyscape and which I didn't even knew it had been stored in my mind. There was no specific reason for that image to be part of my memory, I've seen vines all throughout my life, I don't even have a strong bond to that kind of nature, I like them, and that's it; the main thing is that I was taken to a memory of the past which I didn't even knew it was there...
Our life is filled with those moments. 
In a world where we're digitally used to save information in hyperlink format, our body and mind work in the same way, storing information that makes us recognize the world in our own way... (Glad my memory of vines isn't a bad one)
There are places in the world I have no idea how they look like. Others have taken me by surprise, like when living in New York City - which a cinematic experience if the city made me feel completely at home as soon as I got there, and after that a very own personal memory of the city has changed the way I see very movie that is set in that city. And finally there are places, random recollections in the backstreets of our mind, that are there already because they belong to us, and like a puzzle they form the automatic recognition of what is being processed by our eyes...
Are we always processing memory? Are we seeing everything in delay, and waiting for our brain to establish connection or save that information so we remember it later on?
We live in this process of storing information perceived by our senses... I still have present the smell of a toy I had as I child, a purple panther that belonged to the collection of He-man toys I had. A smell impossible to describe, a smell I never smelled again in my life, I don't know if it's a real smell, as a matter if fact it could have been a characteristic smell placed in the toy itself to make addicted and wanting to buy more... I don't know.
And the only thing that made me write about this was hit only about the problematic of human memory, but because sometimes you become aware of his your body works, of its intelligence, of its internal software intended to process information.
I'm made of all the memories I carrie inside, and sometimes I rather don't share something because -like yesterday - I will, as long as my memory works, remember the world in my own way, and there are sunsets, and vines, and gardens, and smiles, and conversations, and places that have become mine, because when I close my eyes they are there as part of me, and me as a part of them...

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