Time is a peculiar thing for me. I’m beginning to wonder if I have some form of memory issue. I kind of need images as a key to remember or perhaps I should say – images act as a key for memories. Today I’m feeling rather tired and it occurred to me while I was trying to remember something that fatigue particularly jumbles the order and timeframe of memories for me.
Normally… well lets say under the best circumstances, I feel a long continuous string of actions falling away into the past, connected to now – to this moment, forming a complete array of memory. But this string becomes broken and disconnected – particularly after not enough sleep. Then time and memory become compressed, disordered and sometimes lost.
This disjunction is kind of like experiencing a vivid dream, which upon waking feels so real, it becomes difficult to distinguish between it and remembered reality.