Thursday, January 29, 2009
I grew up in a furniture gallery. Not really, but you would be hard pressed to disagree. My mom couldn't stand to give up furniture, so years of family heirlooms and impulsive window shopping led to a cluttered house. I don't know yet whether this will prove too difficult a memory theater, or if the innumerable drawers, cabinets, shelves, and trunks of curiosity will facilitate a vast catalog of items without much trouble. I have several other ideas for memory theaters: all places I frequent and know well, but I plan to put my mom's house to the test by using the garage. Although garages are intended for cars, mine seldom seems to have enough room. Kayaks, bicycles, a work bench, a refrigerator, and a myriad of other items sit where the cars should be. For this reason, I will begin my memory theater in the garage. If I am able to remember where I put my items for recollection and my memorable scenes in the garage, the rest of the house should not be a problem. To help myself, I have remembered all I can about the garage as it was the last time I saw it, and (in my mind) cleaned it. It's too bad I have spent so much effort cleaning and it is only in my head... But now I have a tidy memory theater with many compartments ready to be filled.
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