Some friends I totally forget. It’s not like I can walk around with everyone always on my mind.
And then, as if somehow they weren’t ever meant to be forgotten, I remember them. Something sparks that memory. Maybe I see a Frisbee and remember Ultimate with them, or maybe I hear a bass note melody and think of the dance we tried together.
And when I’m reminded of these friends and the experiences tied to them, I remember why I need to write down and publish the memories I have now. They fade so fast.
