Memory

I had this thought while in a conversation with a friend this morning, Oh, I should write about that today.” The next thought that floated through my head was to write down the thing I thought I should write about. But I opted not to. And now, here we are.

What was I going to write about? I have no idea. I feel like I can sense what it was. It’s right there, like a ghost. A wisp of smoke. A mirage.

There’s no real lesson here. I suppose, if there was, it would be something like: write that shit down.

Mostly, I hoped that writing this would trigger the topic. It hasn’t. If it shakes lose later, I’ll make sure to make a note. In the meantime, it turns out this was the writing exercise for the day.

Happy Friday.

May 24, 2019


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