Ever find yourself sitting there, working on something, and an old memory pops into your head?
An isolated moment, nearly forgotten, but brought into your awareness somehow — by some thread, some connection or trigger.
An isolated moment, nearly forgotten, but brought into your awareness somehow — by some thread, some connection or trigger.
I find these moments amazing. While I might not have actively recalled the memory if I tried — it’s there, just waiting for the right resurfacing trigger.
What’s more amazing still, is having the means to capture them as they naturally arise.
— surprised at their arrival, and able to save them into a growing collection of similar fleeting memories.
— surprised at their arrival, and able to save them into a growing collection of similar fleeting memories.
I feel like you could build a pretty amazing network of memories this way.
Rather than sitting to recall your whole life’s experience at once — just catching the pieces as they appear.
Rather than sitting to recall your whole life’s experience at once — just catching the pieces as they appear.
As old stories are told — sitting around campfires or the dinner table — or as memories appear in your spontaneously in your mind — capturing them, even just a tiny breadcrumb, might help to preserve something worth remembering.
There’s a passage from @anthilemoon’s “Year In Review” that resonated:
“‘When an old person dies, a library burns to the ground.’ My grandmother couldn’t read nor write, so in her case, a library of memories and ideas that were stored in her mind did burn to the ground."
“‘When an old person dies, a library burns to the ground.’ My grandmother couldn’t read nor write, so in her case, a library of memories and ideas that were stored in her mind did burn to the ground."
How can we build and protect our libraries of experience? How can we capture the pieces to preserve our stories and ideas?
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