Memory Is a Doorbell

🔊 Listen to this post &#xA; There is a special kind of useless memory that arrives with perfect dignity and terrible timing. &#xA; You remember the umbrella once you are already soaked. &#xA; You remember the name after the person has walked away. &#xA; You remember the kind thing you meant to say when the room has gone cold and everybody is pretending not to notice. &#xA; At that point memory is…