Marginalia, no.328

The cheerful obverse to all these lacunae is that they save us…from drowning in the indiscriminate flood of total recall.

~ Patrick Leigh Fermor, The Broken Road

Forgetting most of what I do and say makes it easier to accept the fact that I’m required to spend so much time in my own company. I can hardly tell you what I did yesterday, though a galaxy of non-biographical trivia revolves around the central vacuum of memory. These gaps in recall feel vaguely incriminating. Where was I on the night of November 19? You may as well slap me in cuffs, officer.

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