maybe it's the nature of writing for a living. While I crank out this mostly-meaningless copy, I get unprecedented flashes of times or experiences from years past.
Some are momentous enough to justify remembrance, but most are simply vaguely poignant. Maybe if I keep track of them as they happen I'll realize the cause or significance.
- after college graduation, the visit and walk around to the hotel on Lake Erie where my parents were staying...early summer, late afternoon into early evening, pastel colors and fishy smells
- the hotel bar scene near the end of one of the Silent Hill games. Which one was it? I'm thinking either 2 or 3, I'm more familiar with 2 but the memory seems more recent. I know it wasn't 4 and I haven't played much of 1.
- a nighttime visit to a friend's hippie/grunge apartment during college, a floor or two upstairs in the run-down building over the bar. Was it summer? Was it after a trip or stopping on the way from coming back from somewhere? People stopped by...did I not know any of the current tenants all that well? Why was I there and what happened? All I can remember is being there, late, mostly alone, with no real reason.
- God of War?
- water toxicity?
- homemade cake, homemade frosting? Homemade cake with ready-made frosting? Either way, what put that into my head?
- simultaneously: Family Guy (nothing specific) and Fort Ontario (outside, on the grassy summer grounds)
- the taco shop that we used to frequent in Olean during my freshman year of college. Tasty and spicy hot and very cheap.
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