Memory is a flood, writes Ocean Vuong.[1] It is something we cannot easily control as it is already controlled by different triggers. Except in cases when our memory blocks some, usually traumatic, experiences, everything else can surge at certain moments. Both good memories, which can provide inner comfort and warmth, and bad memories, from which we'd like to hide, seem to overwhelm us. There are also second-hand memories. What I mean is that these memories are not about our own experiences and life events but of other people. The people who share with us what they remember, their stories become intertwined with our own memories. Sometimes, they don't even have to tell us anything.