Thursday, February 10, 2011

Life

It is one of the Great Mysteries to come upon something one has written, and think to oneself, "I meant something by that once. I wonder what it was." Then, to stare at it for a few moments, shake one's head, and admit--even if only in private--that one has no idea what it was.

1 comment:

The Celebrated Author said...

I await the day I go senile. I have all sorts of notes in my notebooks like "DENTAL PLATE!" of which I've already forgotten where the first part comes from.