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joshwritingI wrote about this a bit before, I think. I talked about the bits of memory stored in paper which when thrown away mean the memory is lost forever.
I like other people's memories of me, I like hearing them. (No, not all of them, not all of the time.) They provide me with perspectives I do not get and sometimes total events I have no memory of.
Sometimes, I know, I think some body might be making up one of those memories for which I have no hooks whatsoever. Some of those memories are my favorites!
I am sorry for the things I do not remember - many of them, at least. I suspect that there are more neutral and positive memories I do not have than there are negative ones. But it is only a suspicion.
It sort of makes me appreciate the memories I do have more. And it makes me appreciate the new memories, as time goes by...
"You must remember this,
A kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is still a sigh.
The fundamentals still apply,
As time goes by."
I like other people's memories of me, I like hearing them. (No, not all of them, not all of the time.) They provide me with perspectives I do not get and sometimes total events I have no memory of.
Sometimes, I know, I think some body might be making up one of those memories for which I have no hooks whatsoever. Some of those memories are my favorites!
I am sorry for the things I do not remember - many of them, at least. I suspect that there are more neutral and positive memories I do not have than there are negative ones. But it is only a suspicion.
It sort of makes me appreciate the memories I do have more. And it makes me appreciate the new memories, as time goes by...
"You must remember this,
A kiss is still a kiss,
A sigh is still a sigh.
The fundamentals still apply,
As time goes by."
