My hwæt will go on

The thing is  that unlike many other animals, humans are able to imbue the observable or experiential processes with meanings. 

All our conscious being in the world is relative to our brain's capacity to form a narration, to remember.

In the end what we are left with is narration of  experiences, not the experiences themselves.

This is a narration of living in a big city.

This is is the legacy of my mind and my thoughts, so shut up and behold.

Lo!

I give you a stick.

You give me stories.