Less than memorious

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It may say something about me that I think about this, but I have a vague memory of the first time that I felt like my memory had failed me. I remember being a senior in high school, and not being able to recall details like teachers' names or much about particular classes from my sophomore year in high school. I remember not being able to remember.

It's something that, presumably, we all experience as our lives pile up more data than our heads can comfortably hold. And maybe there were other times where I couldn't remember, but I just didn't reflect on it. But I remember this particular instance, and being more than a little freaked out by the fact that I could remember so little about a time in my life that wasn't all that distant.


Ah, you wrote this just for me!

And they all pretend they're orphans
and their memory's like a train
You can see it gettin' smaller as it pulls away


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