The Composite Human

Location is memory. When you move to a new home, your routines change, and you lose the daily rituals you once saw a common and never thought much about. These rituals, the memories, they soon fade, only to be recalled on occasion.

People are memory too. Our daily rituals of how we used to interact with certain folks on a regular basis, the minute details of their face or body we noticed but gave little thought to. These fade, only to be recalled on occasion.

The significant memories remain, but the minutia is the scaffolding that builds reality, separates it from daydreams.

Rose-colored glasses. It can happen to anyone. Don’t journal the significant things. Keep a record of the small ones; the ones that seem like they don’t matter; the ones you know you’ll forget.