Memory is a fickle thing. A photo of a place that you have seared into your memory shows up in physical form right in front of you when you least expect it. The kicker is, you look nothing like you remembered. “Was I ever as old as I thought I was?” We create these maps, these liquid circuit boards in our head, urging electricity to run through and give us a memory to hold onto. I have a very spatial mind.
Memory
Memory is a fickle thing. A photo of a place that you have seared into your memory shows up in physical form right in front of you when you least expect it. The kicker is, you look nothing like you remembered. “Was I ever as old as I thought I was?” We create these maps, these liquid circuit boards in our head, urging electricity to run through and give us a memory to hold onto. I have a very spatial mind.