Strange Way

"I only seem to remember in rainy days. Would it be true that when you sneeze somebody is remembering you?
…There’s something green about it, in a strange way, the same way my words get to you in form of memories, and yes, it’s such a strange way.

Something is aching inside but it just doesn’t bother me, and how this relates to my own reality interacting with the others’, it’s only a fictional truth, in a very strange way.

I doubt there’s an example I can give to understand the fiction that is my present time, but I couldn’t know if there’s a way, I bet is a strange one.

But that words I’m giving so many times, are they real? I can read them, I can hear them in my conscience. And when I do, am I bringing them back from being nothing but estranged words? If they’re back in present time, I’m only remembering and nothing more. Is it real? Well… It’s as real as I can get , or don’t you remember?"

-Adrián Martínez