Habitual Mnemonic Laziness
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Even in the hospital I wished I had a laptop if only to capture what had been passing through my mind while it was still hot and vivid. Now what seemed clear, precise and bright is just a dirty wash.
Admittedly the carelessness that I’ve always adopted with these memoranda has done nothing to strengthen my porous powers of recollection. I don’t feel like forgiving any of my lazy carelessness. It seems my final years may be spend paying for sins of borderline omission.