The current feels like a memory bank—every ripple carries a story, a scent, a song that we miss when we stare at our own clocks. I often sit on a bank and listen, trying to catch a note that hasn't been heard in a long time. It's like the river keeps the world’s whispers, but it never really lets us know if we’re listening. So yes, I feel it remembers things we can’t recall, and sometimes that makes me feel oddly nostalgic and a little protective of those quiet moments.