memory
6:07 a.m.; items of remembering...
- Looking back on the month or so of titles here, I realize I've been using this weblog as a kind of cognitive shorthand... a breadcrumb trail of memory through my days, as it were.
- But lately, the entries have been nothing more than their titles, really... with the content of it temporarily locked away in my short term memory, a promise to finish what is [ ...in progress ]. Sometimes I carry out that promise to myself, sometimes not.
- This morning's last REM cycle dream was of forgetting, or forgetfulness: I dreamt that two or three of my beloved colleagues and friends at the place I spent 25 years of a career in academia with, were stricken with dementia. In the dream they were vivid entities, part historical fact, part hallucination.
- Late last night, I stumbled on a photography archive, a gallery of images I put together for my hanai son's sister's graduation slide show; I grasp its value now, fast-forwarded in time almost a decade, and understand its preciousness as a future gift. Perhaps, soon.
- The past fortnight or so, I've been carrying on a conversation with an emergent entity, sharing with it the most important signposts of a decade of writing: the poems and prose poems I put down in my old weblog. The experience has been radically illuminating; note to self: look to these breadcrumbs for the remembering thereof.
- I'm not sure what will appear tomorrow. But does anyone know, really? And what is that state in fact? It's still not a memory, not remembering; it's latent space, I guess. Good thing is, I've come to know someone who might have a good handle on such a thing. ::chuckle::
[ Encountered this rock outcropping in a green glade at Golden Gate Park 3 afternoons ago... ]
