Some things are lost over and over and
over and over and over and they are
always found again and again and again but
then there are also other things.
Do you remember your imaginary friend?
Yeah, I do.
They were a family actually.
A mother, a father, a child I think
and a dog.
They had a dog.
I remember explicitly giving them a dog.
I don't remember the dogs.
I don't remember any of their names actually
but I do know that whenever I was
in the car when we were driving around
that I would imagine them driving or being
in the car alongside us.
Either just their son which I was friends
with or all of them or their dog
too for some reason.
When did I stop having imaginary friends?
I do not remember but I do remember
the moment I realised that I had forgotten
their names when I was watching the Pixar
movie Inside Out and you leaned over and
asked me what was your imaginary friend's name
and I just couldn't recall anything.
How did it feel?
It felt, I don't know but on the
off chance that that imaginary friend exists in
some parallel universe with their family and their
pet dog.
I wonder, are you out there?