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it is sometimes funny what the brain chooses to remember. i would imagine it is quite normal that you remember better the significant moment of your existence, be it good or bad, or that it is sometimes difficult to trace back the details of the times when you were doing not so great. this i find to be completely logical, and i have no difficulties in understanding why the organ in our heads works that way.


what i do sometimes wonder, however, are those single, seemingly insignificant fragments of existence that have left a mark in the matter that is your memory. i have a vast reservoir of these, as i would imagine everybody else does; fleeting moments with no real context or depth, just flickers of past that bear no obvious importance. and yet they can be so vivid -- you remember exactly how the floor felt under your feet, how the sun shone on the wall; how you felt, what you thought, and who you were.  when the inability to tie these specks of memories to anything that really matters presents itself, you are forced to ask yourself whether this is really so; can there be a reason for these moments to continue their existence after all? maybe a one you are not aware of yet?


a bit far fetched, i admit -- probably the truth of the matter is that it is purely random. whatever the reason is, i am glad that these memory pockets exist -- they allow me a glimpse of how things were and enable the comparison to how things are. it is almost like having yourself in two places at the same -- a dialogue of sorts, with yourself.