MY HEAD IS FULL OF INTANGIBLE MEMORABILIA. Yesterday afternoon I was sitting in my backyard, keeping an eye on one of my cats (the fence jumper), enjoying the sunshine, when a yellow and black butterfly flitted past. It landed momentarily on a dwarf azalea, then moved on to a newly blossomed camelia, then fluttered over to a blade of grass, finally over the fence and on to its unfettered future. That’s precisely what my memory does, I thought. It’s like a drunken butterfly, flitting about from object to object, sniffing some pollen, drinking some moisture, examining whatever oddity happens to be within its lopsided flight path, and then heading off to whatever its next target might become. There seems to be no apparent plan or predictability to its movement, and my memory is not much better. Plus, since my memory is much older than the butterfly (average life span: one month), there are thousands of directions my memory could take, uncountable paths of reminiscence over which I might meander in uninhibited glee or lugubrious regret. Out of what H. L. Mencken called “the chaos of memory and perception” I produce these innocent little posts each day. So if you’re reading this, pretend I’m just a butterfly.
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