Memories in circles.

There are situations in life that one doesn't know how to confront, and there are others that, no matter how much time passes, continue to cause pain when remembered. Allowing those sad moments to pass through us and fade away without causing the havoc they did in the past is a virtue; managing to hold back the tears as they pass through us is almost a miracle. There are moments in life that remain etched in us forever, no one can help us with them, we keep them in silence, but the fact that we don't talk about them doesn't mean they don't linger in our minds day after day. Driving brings a pleasant sensation of physical progress, but it also allows for distractions from thoughts that, in Jimena's case, often returned to the past and wove together disjointed stories: other trips, tender moments, her mother, her childhood, the scent of apples, the wind caressing her face, the rain drenching her hair. Memories and fleeting flashes that, like lightning, completely absorbed her mind, causing her to lose track of time. Many, many moments paraded through her head as she continued to drive automatically.

I, named Jimena III: The Mortal Tribute