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Day November 10, 2008

Field Distortions

Lately, I’ve been cleaning out an attic. If you’ve ever spent much time in an attic, you’ll appreciate the way low rafters bend everything out of shape — including foreheads. However, the displacement goes beyond the physical: it is also temporal.

Imagine you open a dusty cardboard box to discover a favorite storybook or toy from your childhood. The sudden flood of memory is not unlike time travel. Think of how much may be recalled from the physical nature of an old toy car, a book decorated by crayon, a crumpled drawing. Would we really remember anything in the absence of unique objects and space? Could there be some moments which are so novel in setting that they may never be recovered once they escape our waking minds?