Tuesday, March 09, 2010
I'm upstairs at the Reading Room, sitting in the corner. I'm online because I have (had, actually) no idea when the English Renaissance was (~ 1500-1650). I'm blogging because I don't feel like actually doing any substantial work.
When something huge happens, you expect to remember it. It's no surprise when the next time you arrive at, say, the Olympic stadium where you won a silver medal, you'll get flashbacks of the event, and your whole experience of the stadium now will be coloured by your previous experience of it.
But then there are everyday events, events of no particular significance at all, which you didn't think about much at the time, which somehow get etched deeply in your memory for no particular rhyme or reason (following no pattern that you can discern, anyway).
So anyway, sitting here, there's a memory that keeps playing over and over in my head. It's just a handful of moments, a mini-clip, as most memories are. It's of the last time I sat down at this table in the reading room. It was the middle of the semester, and they were doing some sort of stock-taking or something, so the table was piled high with books.
Funny how memory works.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 11:54 AM
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