It Was Like So, But Wasn’t
Watching the narrator detail a particular moment from his twenties, something new has struck me.
At first, I simply remarked upon the fact that I need to concentrate, do some math, and move sequentially backwards or forwards from this moment or that to even recall just what I was doing in any part of my twenties, or, for that matter, any other era.
But then I angled into something else. While I can play back events, I can’t recall what it felt like to be there for any of them. It’s as if the discrete units of my memory lack (in the absence of a better way to describe this) a psychological component.