Do you get lost in pockets of time?

A journey through memories

By the author

Sometimes when I’m with friends, and we’re all two-three drinks in and getting contrarily sober at that point, it all slows down. We lean back and go back, take journeys into the memories we seldom delve in. Some of us get lost in pockets of time. We’re all present in the room, can see the stars projected on the ceiling with our small projector. And yet…