Elinushka. Close my eyes (№ 458942)

... I close my eyes. I see. No, I don't see it. I hear you. This is memory. A heap of autumn leaves swirls in my head. Rustles. Breathes me. I breathe it. Fragments, scraps, scraps of squared paper... Every inch of my memory is covered in small, illegible handwriting. Hastily. With a flourish. Hundreds of events, departures, sailings... sometimes ups and downs, sometimes at a crossroads... but I always return home... here... to my memory...