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Visually Cursed

Aku mengenal istilah "photographic memory" pertama kali jaman SMP dulu, saat menonton satu episode acara musik yang dipandu seorang VJ. Percakapan si VJ itu menyinggung tentang kemampuan merekam sesuatu secara visual.

Saat itu aku tertegun bahwa sepertinya aku punya bakat serupa. Aku dengan mudah merekam hal-hal yang sudah pernah kulihat. Bahkan hingga sekarang, aku akan dengan mudah mengingat sesuatu kalau sudah kulihat, kubaca, apalagi kutuliskan ulang.

Terdengar seperti anugerah? Ya bisa begitu.
Kalau terkait pelajaran, informasi, atau membaca peta dan mengingat lokasi.

Tapi saat ini aku menemuinya sebagai kutukan.

I'm cursed by the ability to remember everything I've seen.

How can I ever erase every picture, images, movement of you?
Damn you visually appealing creature!
Every eenie meenie bits of inches of you
Each slight of how you look, walk, move, smile, dress
Every kind of hairstyle you had
Every piece of garment you wore
Every detail of how you accessorized yourself
Now permanently (?) recorded in my head

"You look like a movie"

Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk to the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like a dream come true

But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

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