That time again. Just over a week before I hit the road once more. Brain is already in archive mode; Reviewing and replaying the last 2-4 years as well as “greatest” hits from other dwellings and lives.
I assume it’s not unlike when someone sorts through predigital photos in a shoe box, or someone goes through the card in a camera that hasn’t been emptied for a while. Flashes of funny, somber, intriguing, and educational moments. Nits driving me to recall and explore past moments. Whilst sorting these events into their perspective storage arrays you must rearrange what’s there, hence the rehashing of important events.
It’s always interesting the events and people it latches upon, especially from the “hits”. Some of whom were naught but a spec in the time stream but their ripples are felt like tidal waves. Those who were around for weeks or months that left waves like boulders and those with prolonged interaction that were but pebbles.
One of the few quotes that comes to mind of course is [commonly misattributed to Einstein]: “Sitting with a pretty girl for an hour seems but a minute; sitting on a hot stove for a minute seems an hour.”
I’ve never been one for time continuities, as any of the select few who’ve known me best could elaborate, which is probably why memories perpetually feel fresh and illusory.
“You will not remember what I show you now, and yet I shall awaken memories of Love and Crime and Death”
Time for a walk and some music, starting with GodModule – False Pretense: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjqwXzu3C5c