You can’t remember what you never paid attention to in the first place.
I said that in a conversation the other day while on a forested hike. And I know I read that somewhere, but I don’t remember what book I stole it from. Which makes me feel bad, because that wisdom is not mine, but I liked it enough to keep it and save it for myself. So, thank you books (in general) and to my reading habit.
I do remember this photograph from my archives.
I do remember taking it while in Malibu.
I don’t remember what day it was or if I had eaten a sandwich that day with Zuma Beach sand in it.
I do remember the feeling.