Eurybia avita
I am no kind of expert on the science of memory, and so I don’t know whether turning 50 last year is the reason why I recently reached to remove my glasses only to find that they were not on my face; or whether there are other reasons for these sometimes amusing slips. These days, I have just started wrapping my mind around the idea that my memories of the past are happening in the present, and also that memories themselves can change. A strange thought for a relatively simple guy like me! Amusing slips or not, some of my childhood memories seem fixed in a sea of vague events and suppositions. Details come to the front and claim my attention.
