(Previously posted on FB)
It’s a trap.
Greetings Earthlings. I have something to confess. I am not who you think I am. I have seen too much. Been too far. There was a time when I remembered every day that I have ever lived. I knew the good and the bad. I could go to the shelves in my mind and pull from them any number of memories. I had learned to retain detailed files. And this is a very good thing.
But these days. These always new days. They bring with them confusion. It has become more and more difficult to recall the tastes of a summer’s plum, plucked with a twist and a snap from its branch. And then its tender skin broken by your teeth.
Here is my secret… I can still remember. And the taste is sweet and wet.