Some memories are like snapchats- once you open it it is gone. Some are like your grand-mother’s photo-albums - worn out, but you keep revisiting it - when your family gathers after a long time, or you take a quick look while dusting off your selves, sometimes someone else opens it and you give a quick glance at the page as you pass by it, you go back to it when you feel attached and you go back to it when you feel detached. The year 2022 was a mixed bag- like my grandmother's album.