Tag Archives: Memory
that’s the whole point….
Aside from forgetting the names of people, things, places and events during conversations, which failing I have decided is probably a good thing, my memory is as good as the gear box in a rarely used classic car; hard to … Continue reading
Du.u.u u ck…
Duck breasts in marinade I have a habit of forgetting a particular word. I can’t tell you what that particular word is as I’ve forgotten it but it serves to define the emotions we feel when fondly remembering earlier moments in … Continue reading
French impressionist..
Shuffling through recently remembered moments of pleasure is as delightful and difficult as choosing but one piece of patisserie from a dazzling array in the window of Pierre Hermé. Each time the eye settles the mind is already drawing that … Continue reading
You can’t always get..
My mind, or that section of the jumble of grey matter that remembers things, is light sensitive. Light, in all its nuances, is a trigger for my memories. The light then and the light now are inextricably linked..I think. Or … Continue reading
I seem to have lost my cherry..
Winter days start in deep darkness and summer days in bright blankness, two versions of one and the same thing: the empty sheet of paper. I dream a lot which means that my mind has been buzzzzing all night. Sleep … Continue reading
I wish I’d said that….
Thinking that policemen look younger and regularly saying “I remember…” are both very clear signs of age. This statement doesn’t hold true in my case as I avert my eyes at the first sign of a policeman, in sure and … Continue reading
