'I have never collected anything, and I own nothing that would make me sad to lose.'
Memories? Haven't you collected memories?
'I have never collected anything, and I own nothing that would make me sad to lose.'
Memories? Haven't you collected memories?
How do you know when you've lost a memory?
Anyway, in the memorable words of Loren C. Eiseley:
"I do not collect," I said uncomfortably, the wind beating at my garments. "Neither the living nor the dead. I gave it up a long time ago. Death is the only successful collector."
Speaking only about my sister, she knows she's lost a memory when she asks me about a memorable event from our childhood that another family member mentions or she finds an old photograph of the event.
That's when I get a text message saying, 'Tell me about ____________. I don't remember it.'
Presumably she is unaware of the loss of memory until stimulated by external clues?
My previous post was tongue-in-cheek... and referred the internal experience only.
'My previous post was tongue-in-cheek... and referred the internal experience only.'
I knew that, but the opportunity to have a go at my sister was too much to resist.
On another note, I was cleaning a vintage Swan earlier, and when I put it away in the case I noticed a pen that seemed unbranded. Naturally, I had to see what it was.
It is an Osmiriod 65 with a left handed nib that I've owned for decades and forgotten I had.
Osmiriods were an inexpensive pen back in the day. Inexpensive enough that nearly every news agency sold them. They commonly found their way into the hands of school children because they were cheap but functional. This pen produces a nice line thanks to the quality of the nib. Nib quality, not styling was Osmiriod's forte. It is that I think, the quality of the nib, that gives a pen its value and not the 'sticker price' (MSRP). This pen writes every bit as well as my late wife's Parker Duofold that cost half the price when she and I were at school.
Ha. Yes.
I'm the guy that throws out old journals and letters. I don't reread them, so every time I finish a journal, I throw one out (to make room on a shelf). Same with letters in my letter slot (no offense to my pen pals). I just don't keep stuff, except clothing or shoes, which I keep until I get holes and my wife throws them out. For a while I kept some books (I have been a literature teacher), but I don't anymore. I don't reread them, so they have become clutter.
"When Men differ in Opinion, both Sides ought equally to have the Advantage of being heard by the Publick;
and that when Truth and Error have fair Play, the former is always an overmatch for the latter."
~ Benjamin Franklin
Empty_of_Clouds (September 15th, 2020), TSherbs (September 13th, 2020)
Reminds me of a rather more apposite quote.
To let friendship die away by negligence and silence is certainly not wise. It is voluntarily to throw away one of the greatest comforts of the weary pilgrimage. - Samuel Johnson
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