It’s strange how much of my past I feel is seeping away from my memory. Looking back to my school days I can hardly remember any of it, I can remember some events but without any clarity around actually what happened minute by minute. With something closer to today such as college, I can grab snatches of moments, like photos or short TV clips. As the time difference between then and now gets shorter these glimpses grow to something more coherent and memorable.
Before you suggest it, no I haven’t taken acid before. What is perhaps most interesting is that the happier I was at the time or the bigger the impact of the moment on my life, the more memorable it is. I would suppose that’s not really surprising to you psychologists out there, but I just find it fascinating.
A lot of these events revolve around two things, guitars and my fellow guitar player, Stu.