so much of what happens in my day depends on memory . . . and i find myself questioning the nature of existence in the light of memory.
if i am not remembered, or am remembered as someone else . . . does that change me? does it change my place on the planet? or is it simpler, is the only change to those who have forgotten me.
strange conversations where others are remembered, other conversations, other trips, other occasions, but those involving me have been forgotten, erased from memory as cleanly as if they had never existed.
certainly our memories are variable, subject to personal prejudices and interpretations . . . but this lack is truly stunning. difficult to comprhend, difficult to accept.

places in which i cculd lose/loose myself

• newfoundland
• new york
• london
• cathedral grove