That was so poetically put. Thank you!
Suffering from the millenial curse of always covering up sincerity with irony my impulse reply was: I was just writing something that I hoped would sound interesting and funny—it wasn’t meant to be that deep. And your comment made me re-evaluate what goes on when writing. I think I underestimate the sincerity of my own experience. Just because that crash happend long ago, and the pain over the loss is long gone doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. Maybe having the distance made it easier to write about it. Anyway, I might have taken your comment completly wrong >.< But I felt called out to take myself serious. Not sure if I can explain my thought well.
Those moments when something/-one stirs up a half memory, but you can’t visualize it completly and instead of the contents of that memory you only feel loss. This kind of memory loss is scary, because it is able to call myself into question. “Did that really happen? I thought I was different …”
I’m really honored that my little game was able to conjour these thoughts and emotions for you. And thank you again for conjouring thoughts and emotions in me with your comment ^_^