{"id":3288,"date":"2022-12-19T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-12-19T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=3288"},"modified":"2022-12-09T17:31:12","modified_gmt":"2022-12-09T16:31:12","slug":"crumbling-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2022\/12\/crumbling-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Crumbling Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\"> <strong>Author:<\/strong> Jessi Cardinaux<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s funny, the crumbs at the corner of your lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-style:italic;font-weight:400\"><em>It reminds me of the biscuits that my mother used to prepare for me every morning before I left to go to&nbsp;<\/em><em>the&nbsp;<\/em><em>school three villages away from where we lived, behind the forest and the river that only had one bridge and on which we used to go boating with my uncle until he had his accident on that trip when he offered me for the first time to go with him<\/em><em>,<\/em><em>&nbsp;but I refused because I had met that summer and on that one bridge of the river the person who, I thought, would become the most important person in my life<\/em><em>&nbsp;and with whom<\/em><em>&nbsp;I&nbsp;<\/em><em>had&nbsp;<\/em><em>two beautiful children who&nbsp;<\/em><em>then&nbsp;<\/em><em>became the most important people in my life and whom I raised alone for many years, giving them enough love for two parents and the same biscuits my mother used to prepare for me every time they went to&nbsp;<\/em><em>the&nbsp;<\/em><em>school three villages away from where we lived, behind the forest and the river&nbsp;<\/em><em>that only have one bridge still, but&nbsp;<\/em><em>I never crossed again&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s strange how we remember things. A life can come back to us in a second,&nbsp;yet we can get lost in the meanderings of our memories for hours. So many memories&#8230; that I have accumulated in almost a hundred years of life. So many memories come together, intermingle and rearrange themselves each time a new one enters my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the more I accumulate, the less I&nbsp;can&nbsp;distinguish between the ones I have been told, the ones I have seen in films and comics, the ones I have read in books and the ones I have written down,&nbsp;and the ones I have experienced. But they all belong to me. Whether I am the author or the actor, the&nbsp;narrator&nbsp;or the listener, all these memories inhabit my mind and constantly spin, shift, change and rearrange themselves into&nbsp;a&nbsp;myriad&nbsp;of&nbsp;stories and legends, all more intertwined than absurd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And even if I\u2019ll forget it all tomorrow, still,&nbsp;my favourites are the stories your lips tell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author: Jessi Cardinaux It&#8217;s funny, the crumbs at the corner of your lips. It reminds me of the biscuits that my mother used to prepare for me every morning before I left to go to&nbsp;the&nbsp;school three villages away from where we lived, behind the forest and the river that only had one bridge and on [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002323,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[74],"tags":[37,76],"class_list":{"0":"post-3288","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2022-winter","7":"tag-prose","8":"tag-short-story-competition-tomorrow"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002323"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3288"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3288\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}