“A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory,A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream.I wanna line the pieces upyours and mine.”
“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory... a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream... i want to line the pieces up... yours and mine.”
“...memory is a cloudy, disjointed thing - like disconnected dreams with images scattered and thrown to settle where they please.”
“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”
“We scatter small parts of ourselves as we journey through life, pieces that are stored by others and about which we may have no memory.”
“My mom used to say that’s why we have memory. And the opposite of memory—hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.”