‘Memories are dynamic, neither false nor true: they are constructed in the moment, reflecting both fragments of what actually transpired in the past and the biases, motivations, and cues that we have around us in the present.’ Charan Ranganath ‘Why We Remember’
I think we are suffering from toxic empathy
I like to be near the kettle
‘A soupçon of peril and lust sounds just fine’ Eva Wiseman
He always dressed heavily.
Time will tell
0.00am. The present: is always in the present. As we respond to the moment, it never ages: we are alive, now. It is, is.
12.00am The past: memories are otherwise, offering solace and surety that it was, it happened, and may again someday.
12.00pm The future: has no certainty. It simply might never happen. Or it might prove wondrous, a source of joy, life changing.
‘I sat, stood or paced around. I did a Wordle, read a Jack Reacher novel, ate a scotch egg. Everything felt a bit wrong.’ Adrian Chiles on the death of his father.
The trees had long lost their nerves
“It really doesn’t matter at all / No, it really doesn’t matter at all / Life’s a gas.” Song lyrics by T Rex
It makes you look up at the sky, fearful of what might fall out of it.
She could talk a glass eye asleep.
His voice, the roughest grade of sandpaper, stripped all conversation to nods and uncertainty.
