Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Surely This Is Self-Inflicted

I think I used to be enamored with cities as they provided different backdrops to constantly mark events as poignant memories. I was here when that happened...

Music provides the same memory marker. Many of the albums I own have been tainted with the going-ons of relationship or personal troubles, or with the constant grind of life during certain periods.

I wish my mind could remember using nature and time as markers instead, or maybe just the uniqueness of the moment. Different ways to classify events in memory in the context of what's always available and not always the material--restaurants, buildings, clothing, music, etc.

I need to go buy a bulletin board for uplifting quotes to get me through the more difficult of days.

What do you think?