Memory. . .

. . . has always fascinated me. The way something will suddenly emerge from the inky depths of your mind with the clarity of a thousand suns is amazing. Of course, that clarity exists only for a brief moment (and is hardly clear, but that is another topic that I don’t feel like embracing at this point) before those thousand suns swell and fade and die and the tiny fragment of the past is lost to the depths again. I feel like I owe it to my future self to document every bit of memory I can conjure, so that I can have a detailed map of my history. I want to remember everything. I want to turn up the intensity of the searchlight until every last corner of memory is exposed and burned into the permanent record.