Meminisse

The knowledge that your ageless headmate has memories that drift in, and drift out, of a time and place- It's is one of the strangest aspects of plurality. Memories that feel ever so familiar but you know they aren't your own. The buzzing of insects, the scent of loam, moss, humidity. The black rich earth of the forest floor.

The itch of the wool in the coat, and yet the softness of the wool in the kilt. The diced hose. The buff white of the shoulder cord. The smokey scent rising from canon fired in taunting protest. The Battle of Ticonderoga. The sound and smell, the sight and tingling of nerves. An Angel crammed into mortal frame and the memories that carry.

Someday perhaps we'll be able to get Valeria some artwork that represents that time and place she remembers. There are so many times and places she recalls, but that one in particular seems to always resonate rather firmly with her. Well, aside from Babylon.

Yankee Doodle rode on out to fight for General Howe,
But when the Frenchman he did see, his nerves they did give out,
Yankee Doodle came to war, Yankee Doodle dandy,
Best that you stay at home and drink yourself some tansy!