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 pictu...