Is there anyone who, like me, often finds herself in the next room, looking around wonderingly, why did I come in here anyway?
Let’s put it another way, is there anyone who doesn’t often find themselves in the next room, looking around wonderingly, why did I come in here anyway?
Perhaps terrible traumatic memories never leave when you’d be only too happy if they would. But memory of useful things — the appointment this morning; the name of the person saying hello to you on the street, whom you know you’ve known for ages; what you came to get in the refrigerator, as the door stands open and the ketchup and the chili sauce stare coldly at you — these things fade faster and faster.
Billy Collins, an American poet laureate, nailed it with his poem “Forgetfulness”. While I still remember, let me link the animated video right here so you can enjoy it too: