A Poltergeist called Memory
My memory fails me at times. I am
not that young any longer. I recall someone telling me that I sound like
someone beyond my age. If they did not see my picture, they'd believe I was a
middle aged woman wallowing in the memory of my good old days. I know an
occasional dysfunctional memory is anyone's pain in the neck. And I just made a
big thing out of nothing, just like old women do, or just like people like me
do. What brought this on is a picture which was preceded by a word.
The word - tapioca: a food
substance prepared from cassava in granular, flake, pellet (pearl tapioca), or
flour form, used in puddings, as a thickener, etc.
And the picture:
Now this strummed memory cords in
an unusual way. Where have I seen this? I have tasted it, perhaps years ago, or
maybe it was just months. Its taste is like a phantom that lingers at the roof
of my mouth but I do not have a solid recognition to grab on to. Is it an
imagination? The word is a stranger, the picture a long lost acquaintance. I
must have had it at a friend's place, which one? I can feel it in my mouth and
it just aggravates me. I will take a ride on this oblivion-train till either I
give in or the memory does.
they say you hit a middle age when you treasure your memories more than your dreams. so you decide. =))
ReplyDeleteooh, thanks for the wise words. I feel younger cause, I have my dreams more prominently set in my head than my memories. :)
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