Past imperfect, conditionnal present, composed future

Rooms. a room. the mind is a room and it's easy to be within. Not so easy to rebuild it or see the world.
Importance of the necessity of remembering to build a future nostalgia, the foundations of the possibility of talking about oneself. Speech is power. Speech is the small odd tool necessary for communicating, for living a shared experience at its utmost. How odd when experience is not enhanced by speech!
Pourquoi ecrire en anglais, ne pas se laisser attraper par un nouveau language.
Maybe, the possibility that one memory contains our soul: its memories and all potentials: one memory, one image is enough. Native (americans?) were right on image's power.
The room contains all memories mixed with potentials and imagination, and our lives. Rooms contain us. A house is our lives. The importance of keeping a home to contain memories. Memories without a home decompose themselves through time. Each house is a museum of the lives it contains. Seemingly unrelated  thoughts join themselves (in it, the house). One thought shows lives as a continuous river (Buddhism), lowering the pain of death and passing time, while another one fixes specific lives onto each object of the house. Pain and suffering of time passing, versus objectification and a light heart. The lives and deaths of one's parents, of a family.
Too much sensations, too much feeling can make us specialists of sensations: at most times, being a machine that senses, maybe too many times, makes hard to see through and express oneself. Makes it look like one's soul isn't there, just too obscured by the mass of senses. L'aplatissement des capacites d'introspection et de construction sous la masse des sens, incapacite autistique a percer sa propre personnalite. But that's most likely just not being able to see everything and link everything together.
In pain from the past makes the present feels cramming.