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“A Wrinkle In Slime”

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Very much a quickie today. I’ve much I wish to accomplish this evening and will need soon to return to tasks of a more legitimate nature…

This may initially seem like a topic previously discussed but this piece is from the reverse perspective.


“The Cutting Tomb Floor”, June 26, 2018

The good ol’ days are naught but illusion

Memory muddles clear to confusion

Snipping and editing horrible bits

The finished product obscured by the glitz

The past always seems better than in truth

Shining patina, nostalgia and youth

Ponder firmly, recall veracity

Return to now, renewed tenacity.


It always amused me growing up listening to everyone opine on how nothing is as good as the old days. Whether it’s SNL, public school, society en masse, I didn’t think it could be some queer global phenomena. Best I can figure is that our brains are disinclined to dedicate memory banks to inferior times. Whether intended as self-defense or just editing for efficiency purposes it does seem a rather prominent feature of human intellect. Or we’re all just raving loons. To be fair, the two are not mutually exclusive.

-Alex Blaikie

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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.

18 replies

  1. Ha, the good old days indeed! Maybe big picture people are able to look back and weigh the good and the bad, but detail people just zoom in what they miss? Or maybe it’s a logical people vs emotional people thing…
    If I have to pick one theory I’ll go with the raving loons theory.

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  2. A simple truth written in the concise beauty of poetry. Historians have us learn from the past; Futurists declare we must project and prepare. Me? Let’s just live each moment as if it is our last and be thankful.

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  3. I attribute it to just being young and clueless about how bad things were (combined with not having to pay bills). For example, despite the 90s being more dangerous than the world today, I associate it with “feeling” safe than actually being safe.

    (Great work, too, by the way!)

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  4. I agree and I like how you put it “our brains are disinclined to dedicate memory banks to inferior times”. I think that is what made nostalgia more precious than the present moment, as our memories leave out the trauma and memorialize the goodness.
    In this case, love would be the victorious one.
    Thanks for sharing this brilliant post. 🙂

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  5. It’s odd, but as much as there’s a segment of “good old days” in my memory banks (mostly having to do with my childhood horse), most of the memories that come to me unbidden are the ones that bring me to tears. I’ve been trying to write about some of the good ones lately. Or, at least the quirky/funny ones. It helps.

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