i wrote in my journal that i forgot to write in my journal yesterday,
but realized yesterday was still today,
so i guess i remembered after all,
and the entry was useless,
so instead of finishing writing in my journal,
i got up and made some more espresso
before taking a mid-afternoon nap
every time i go on vacation,
i reset all my passwords,
just in case i forgot to log out of my email
on my work computer,
but then i realize that i work from home,
and because i’m on vacation
i stop doing any higher level thinking
to the point where i stop remembering passwords,
which leads to me spending at least
one or two
days on hold with my email provider,
trying to recover a forgotten password
so i can see if my penpal wrote back to me
i’m not sure this memory belongs here,
maybe crop it out, or leave it in,
yeah, no, we can leave it in, just maybe edit it a little,
give it more depth, more feeling,
make me believe that it’s a memorable moment
in time and space, especially since there are so many,
especially since so many of those moments get lost
in translation, in the ether of remembering,
but hey, like some teenager said over and over again,
take a picture, it’ll last longer
Fred Aiken Writing 