I can’t remember

Listening to The Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe, I was overjoyed the other day to learn that eidetic (“photographic”) memory doesn’t exist, and relieved to learn that everyone’s memory is inherently faulty in everyone. After 31 years of eventful life, I have my fair share of memories, and this is the time of year for nostalgia with me. Sitting at the window, working on my Linux installation, listening to Ella while the sun blinks intermittently from the fat wet clouds, I reminisce. It’s the gaps in memory that really make me think, and make me feel sometimes that recently all I do is think about what I can’t remember. It makes me wish I kept a journal.