Upon awakening this morning I clearly remembered an incredibly intelligent, scintillating, provocative and engaging post written, edited and spell-checked I wrote to share with you. But now I can’t remember what I remembered.
Which brings me to an interesting question (well, I think it’s interesting): What do I really pay attention to in my waking life? The hours, the days, the years – a recorded history of “me” somewhere, largely irretrievable at will. I only remember bits and pieces of events, stories told and repeated until I too believe the version of how it happened, pictures in an album that prove I was there . . .
I remember now that this might be the post I remembered and forgot . . . I think . . .?