I hate it so, when something precious floats in, something in need of being said or written down before it escapes, but then it escapes too soon.
My brain farted.
It must have been.
Because it felt like one.
One moment I had this brilliant, prescient thought – then it was gone just as swiftly as it arrived like dandelion fluff in a blizzard, still there but impossible to locate.
So I start to write in hopes it might return to the corner of my cranium that leaks onto this page – almost always disappointing me at first in that it is gone, but them smiling at me with something new and better that shows up at the tips of my fingers:
There is no such thing as a perfect word for anything. There is only a word. Then, perhaps switched out for that better word. And then another better word, and soon the entire sentence needs to be retrofitted to hold a new idea, but it feels like trying to add five gallons to a full swimming pool; where will it fit if I don’t take something out and once I start pulling things out, then the meaning changes, and then suddenly the pool is short of water because something filling leaked out. And so it goes, it shows, and nobody knows except me, you know …
I never found the other thought, so that last paragraph will have to do.
Adieu to that.
So many times in my life, I had it great. I had something splendid in the palm of my hand. That might have been the thrill of a day, project, hot date, or cool deal. At times like this, it would be so great to press a magic button and make one of those things happen again, if only for one day.
Our memory stores it all, so it can be relived with as much gusto as the first time, whether it happened or not. I’ve always loved this quote, which describes this so well:
“When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now, and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.” – Mark Twain.
Mark, this has been proven many times yet we continue to gobble up whatever the moneyed interests are selling. As far as entertainment or a tool, everyone choses for them self, but it is known we can only multitask to a point before our work suffers. LH, Lethbridge, AB
Hi Mark, Thank you for some insightful writing over the past months. I really like how you simplify complex issues, DH, Calgary, AB