#BEDM14 Day 17 – Something You’ll Never Forget
Ah, memory. ‘Tis a fickle mistress. Or somesuch literary bumwaffle. The fact is that my memory is terrible. I can’t remember tons of stuff that I wish I could. Holidays, first kisses, last meetings, almost my entire childhood… A lot of it is locked away in my brain, inaccessible except second-handedly, if someone starts talking about the circumstances and triggers some dormant pathway. Even the stuff I still recall, a lot of it is academic, rather than sense, memory. I can vaguely remember what happened, but I can rarely remember what I sensed, what I felt.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I’m a blank slate with almost no recollection of my own history. I remember lots of stuff still. But nowhere near as much as other people can and not with the same fidelity. So even if I do remember it now, it’s impossible to say I’ll still remember it easily in ten years’ time.