Today, I attempted to recall the bemused expression of The Girl who commanded my unrequited love for the entirety of 5th grade as I confessed my purest of feelings for her.
I closed my eyes tightly and I could feel my synapses spin to life, chugging hard down memory lane, whirling wildly and then sputtering out like a wet fire-cracker. Instinctively, my fingers extending — reaching out towards a Home Row that wasn’t there.
I realized… every day, my hippocampus is losing ground to my web browser as the gatekeeper of my past.
