The Anamnesis (Part 1)

The Memory I Didn't Know I Had It started with a dream... Last night, I woke up with a word floating in my mind: Anamnesis . Strange, right? I’d never heard it before or so I thought. So, I did what anyone would do at 3 AM. I Googled it. And what I found felt like the missing puzzle piece of so many forgotten feelings. Anamnesis: A recollection, especially of a supposed previous existence. It hit me. Maybe the dreams I keep having about forests I’ve never been to, or the songs I swear I know but can’t place maybe they’re not fiction. Maybe… they’re echoes. Have you ever felt it? That tug in your chest when you visit a place for the first time and it feels like home? That weird spark of knowing someone you just met ? That’s anamnesis. And the more I think about it, the more I believe it’s real. Not just in a spiritual or past-life kind of way; but in the way our souls hold onto things that matter. My art remembers too Lately, I’ve been molding my clay differently. Shape...