It’s funny
It’s funny really…the little things that register long after something is over & done with…like…what drinks you both had the first time you met…how the pen felt in your hand during the major exam…I mean even though you could be experiencing psychedelic emotions from all over the spectrum from sheer delirious happiness to that falling sensation in the pit of your stomach your mind…registers little details like a squirrel storing stuff away for the winter…Neil Gaiman expressed it in a different way but it went something like when you die you FEEL even the simplest things with an intensity never before captured…even from the most mundane of things…he wrote about a guy dying from a heart attack who ended up lying on the airplane’s carpet…it struck him right then & there how incredibly soft the carpet was & how the airplane people must’ve been keeping the wonderful sensation a big secret otherwise everyone would want to lie down right there & never want to get up again…extreme example but apt I think…on the other hand you have the other side of the coin where you pick up little details but you can’t for the life of you register the major ones…the important ones like what love felt like at its zenith or what he looked like, etc…what a strange machine the human mind is…perhaps it’s a defense mechanism?hell if I know…perhaps some things are just better left broken & unplumbed*shrug*
