memory

[cellohaha]

I'm really sad about the way that memory fades. Even the moments of your life that you know were the most spectacular, and it's so important to you that they happened . . . the actual details get fuzzy and all you are left with are the main points and impressions of how things felt most of the time

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[fiddlewizard]

I know exactly how you feel.
At Ashokan, I would spend over 2 hours each day writing down EVERYTHING. And I still missed so much. It's so disappointing.
When my mom bought nutella, that first taste I had brought me right back to Paris, eating a crepe in front of Pompidou. I remember thinking "I need to find a journal, and I need to buy POTO in french." It was sunny. I bought some things. I spent too much time looking at journals and made the group late. Brule made fun of me for the rest of the trip.
I was also in the Loire, listening to goodbye speeches and eating a nutella crepe.
Now when I eat it, it mostly just tastes really sugary...

Music also makes strong associations for me. Some songs will always remind me of Cape Cod. Other music, it's weird, I'll *only* listen to it at a specific time of year, thus enforcing any associations with it. But not on purpose, it's just the way it goes.

[heir_ika]

Too true
Leather and Lace

[anonymous]

I'm blessed with a worse memory than most, or so it seems. Personally, I take some solace in the fading of memory. It gives something to look forward to...a reason to move forward