Structure of Memory

If you work thirteen or fourteen hours per day for a few days in a row, sometimes you get tired.

All of the fascinating little details from the swirl of activities around you for these past days; well, things fade away. You sit at the keyboard and think that one thing you wanted to share which seemed so universally interesting, like breathe itself, has slipped away into the land of the bland.

That in itself is sort of interesting.

What are those little French cookies called? I forget. It think the word rhymes with porcelain.