Memories are a luxury.

I assume a good chunk of people have probably heard the whole “trauma blocking” memories from your childhood, and it really made me think of all the times I can’t look back on. Only pictures, which more so show a pause in the moment over the actual moment itself, and the fact that many of my childhood places (like abandoned plants, small churches, and playgrounds) in my little town probably have a high chance of being demolished in the future. but I am wondering if anyone else agrees.