My most favorite cleaning to do, that I can never arrange to my need. They just happen to occur out of nowhere, bringing up forgotten, unclear, unclean, unwashed, dirty, nasty mixtures of memories that need some washing. And they show up in my basket just like that.
In these short occurrences, I become silent immediately, my eyes look away far in the distance, and clarity washes me over. I can see it's colors now. "Hah! Funny." is almost always what I have to say in the end. And while I center my whole attention inside the buzzing of my body and my skin's disappearance, I am fully aware that I am inside the matter that is actively dissolving while all in it functions just fine, and yet I become lighter and lighter quickly, as I get clearer on truth of now, washed clean memory. I almost always can't believe this magic.
And in the next blink, it is all gone. As if it never existed before.
