May 7th, 2007 by lex
Wordsworth once wrote that “poetry is moments of emotion remembered in tranquillity.” This will not be poetry I’m afraid, because in my heart I am not quite yet tranquil, for reasons which are difficult to capture, far less to convey.
How do you remember things? Some people can quote at length passages from books that they have read years past. Others have a genius for linking names to faces, people they haven’t seen in decades. A friend of my father’s had a special capability: You could pick out any day in his life – he was well into his 60’s when I tried this with him – and he could tell you where he was and what he was doing.