- What do I know about memory till it plays trick on me over and over again.

Ok, we are the humen beings so we assume to have massive memory.

I couldn't find an empirical number to make the exact count, in terms of bytes, but, come on, there must be, at least, TBs of data space available to store all sorts of video, audio, images and etc.

That gigantic size of memory would be a true pain if you want to trace one specific event in the middle of the dark night.

Getting on my nerves, seriously.

I mean, it is all quiet around and you have no business to take care. But, damn, where the hell is that little missing piece?

Pieces such as the place where you've tried the first bite of cheese cake or the first movie you've paid for yourself.

Most of the time, I just keep on searching over that whole space of memory till I finally get into deep sleep.

I should say it always works fine, but, sometimes, I hit the dead wall while I want to retrieve that name of the woman who told me she loved Janis Joplin, Seymond Carver, color blue, country G and etc.

I could hardly recollect the physical details of her; such as name, face, smell and etc.

And that would be the tough moment. For I know she was once in my life but now I just can't have the right tool to deplore more about her. It usually leaves me hours awake in the middle of nowhere.

And I thought I could get along well without her.

(Inspired by Rosemary Clooney's " I get along well without you")

有的時候，你總以為舊有的往事已逝；但不時它們又如星火閃閃燒炙。你想清楚尋找過去的軌跡，卻又稀微難尋。

其實，大多的日子並不過的那麼感傷。