At about 0630 this morning a wonderful idea for this entered my mind. Nearly three hours later the thought has completely left my mind and either will be lost forever or will one day appear on these pages as a fresh vibrant idea without me even realising it was concocted months earlier. The problem now though is not that I am unable to remember this idea but that what I am about to write about may have been mentioned in a previous post. That is not necessarily an issue but what may be is to what length it was mentioned. And again that is also not necessarily a major issue because repetition is only a bad thing if we misunderstand the evolution of ideas. It is not a problem to repeat yourself as long as the repetition is of a topic not the contents of the topic. However saying that there are plenty of times I have had repeated conversations with people and each time they just seem to go on and on about the same topic, perhaps it will be worth listening to them next time and see how and whether their ideas have evolved over time.
The problem now of course is that this piece is already half complete and which means there will only be a small mention of the previously mentioned topic. Also, I now seem to have forgotten what it is I was even thinking about before. How remarkably poor my memory is this morning. Maybe I have a little too much mercury in my system from the radioactive oceans I have been plundering. I’m sure I remember saying something previously about mercury affecting our memories and ability to recollect things. What the hell was I going to write about? Apparently stopping trying to remember helps remembering. If I had all day I’m sure I could just come back to this but we have to leave the flat in about an hour. We’re going for my Mum’s birthday lunch and then around a Christmas market. I hate Christmas markets. Over priced, touristic and bullshit but it’s not where you’re going it’s who you’re going with. Still nothing, I can’t convince my mind that I’m not trying to remember anymore, it doesn’t seem to believe me. I’m sure it’ll come to me, I’ll have to tell you next time.