Memory

I found a roll of film over the holidays, lodged at the bottom of my camera bag: i had no idea what was on it, so sent it off, and it arrived back this week, triggering memories.

Memory is strange: not a book that we can necessarily leaf through at will, but rather a disjointed series of images and stories that can be triggered through the different senses. Looking at this photo, i can remember the sun on the landscape, the feel of the landscape, the smell of the air. And i remember the road that stretched behind this image, and the road that stretched ahead of it. The context is part of my memory.

I know the neurological basis of actuation, how a memory is triggered, but there is a delightful tingle when it happens out of the blue. A story that is part of us, bought back to the fore. These memories are what make us.

About julianstodd

Author and Founder of Sea Salt Learning. My work explores the Social Age. I’ve written ten books, and over 2,000 articles, and still learning...
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