8th
May
2007
Another in a series of “It seems like yesterday”
One amazing thing about the brain is its ability to expand, like some sort of elastic knapsack, to contain an ever-increasing number of memories. At least, until it starts to leak around the seams, and the memory set drips away. That must bring sadness. I rather enjoy the number of things I can live, again and again, through the magic of mental images. I’m not sure if it counts as living vicariously, the second or third time around, but it fills up those moments in our daily lives where routine has made for memory fodder that resembles porridge.
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