E-bay sells memories. The E-bay buyer of my memory probably was going to resell it. Perhaps the future buyer was doing the opposite; buying a memory.
The strange thing is these memories are not bought and sold. It’s only the symbol of the memory. I still have the small memory of my grade school lunchbox back in a corner of my brain. I just don’t have the rusty lunchbox in the corner of my basement.
Music generates many memories for me. Happy, sad, or just pleasant impressions of past events play along in my head with many songs.
I’ve got the routine put another post in the blog
You’d never know it
but buddy I’m kinda poet
and I got a lot of things to say
and thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
my bending your ear