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Monday, 22 August 2005

When you have a lot of free time you have as much time to notice anything and everything you’d otherwise tend to overlook.

Tonight I made myself a cup of cheap 7 Eleven French vanilla and dusted pre-ground nutmeg on top of its thin foam. Before replacing the shaker’s cap I took a mild sniff of it and the scent promptly aroused my sleeping olfactory memory. Thus began my travel, somewhere.

I knew I’d been there before but where “there” was I could not remember. I wondered if this was how it would feel to be trying to “wake up” from amnesia. Oddly, the nutmeg scent traveled down my chest but could hardly move up to my head. I could sense it literally come to a stop somewhere in the middle of its attempt to reach that spot in my brain where that bit of memory could be residing.

A sip. Was it my first --- and so far the only --- slice of fruit cake I had some Christmases ago?

No, can’t be, no.

Another sip. Was it that surprisingly nice moist banana cake I bought because I didn’t have enough money to have bought something fancier?

No…mmmaybe….. no.

Gee I wish I was doing something else right now.

I breathed the scent in and tried to hold it while trying to remember. It always frustrates me when I’m provoked like this and can’t at least get even. I took another sip and cupped the liquid in my mouth, trying to remember… then suddenly the taste-reinforced aroma (though they're essentially the same) seemed able to finally melt down whatever it was blocking it from accessing my memory cache and and

ah how could I have… it’s that chewy candy I once had during childhood just once never again my first memory of taste, at that, that blackish rectangular candy dad brought home from some country that candy I had once and maybe never could have again unless I remember its name and look for it in candy stores or dad brings some of it home again but I do remember the taste and how it felt in my mouth it was my first memory of taste nutmeg it's only now do I realize it was nutmeg nutmeg in a blackish rectangular chewy candy that unnamed candy that would occupy my childish waking thoughts that candy that would sporadically cross my mind even years later that candy that candy yes yes yes...

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