Memory

The curious thing in my case is how a particular smell-- crushed tomato leaves-- or taste-- Marmite-- can transport me back almost five decades. (I've yet to meet a native born American who likes Marmite, something I was weaned on.)





Then there is that recollection from the aging lawyer Bernstein in the movie Citizen Kane, remembering a girl in a white dress getting off a ferry in 1896: "I only saw her for one second and she didn't see me at all-but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl." -- a fragment in time that re-loops for the rest of his life.

Memory is a strange thing.