More than a year ago, I alluded to it in passing. My brain’s ability to properly wire long-term memory is broken. 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 an emotional component. (Thanks to a layman’s late night on the Web, I will blame a faulty amygdala, which allegedly handles the “nonlinguistic emotional component of memory”.) If events were pictures and emotions were sounds, my memories would play as silent movies.
