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shiny objects

Sunday, March 21, 2004


I think everyone should have short term memory fugue every once in a while. It's such a humbling, grounding experience. You find yourself walking through familiar rooms without the slightest inclination of why you entered or where you're striding-off to now. People refer to past conversations and events in which you supposedly were a lucid participant, yet somehow don't remember a single moment. It's as if some naughty child has lifted entire scenes from the mylar tape in your brain and spliced the remains into an incomprehensible snarl of stock footage. Absolutely delightful.

You learn to fake recognition and trust your instincts. (Lord ahmighty, I sound like the dude on Momento.) When I feel lost, I first look around for clues as to what i'm doing and where I'm going. If that fails me, I turn to John and beg him for help. He's a good lad, and so far hasn't called me a nutcase . . . at least not to my face. I swear, I should give him a nanny's salary for the past few days.

Shadi brought me back a really chouette present from San Antonio - a brass ring with my name chisled into the metal. I used to have one of these when I was a child, oddly enough. However, I lost the first ring one day in a field near my middle school, and never saw it again. It's disappearance damn near broke my heart. Shadi's gift looks EXACTLY like it - from the font to the material. Amazing. What a fond little token!


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