How forgetting helps to remember
Walking toward the train station, I enjoyed good writing topics swing in and out of my head, some were netted in long-term memory, others left in the eternal void. One in particular left me with a strange impression, I could not remember what it was exactly other than it needed to be called on. I walked with a gaze into my own abyss, listening for the call, a conversation grew but nothing crystallized. Then it hit me, “why am I trying to remember something that is not presenting itself to begin with? What is this walk about anyway?” I took a breath, crossed the street, and remembered something I had written earlier: wandering portals in my unconscious, nothing foretold, approaching the corridors, molding my gold; it’s when my attention naturally…