I don’t usually remember what I said about a picture. I see something to be said and say it. When I’m done I say something else. A day or so later I reread what I wrote, make corrections, if necessary — there are almost always corrections — and then either move it to a folder called To Be Posted, or take the time to actually post it. I currently have 65 posted, but waiting to be published, with 21 in the To Be Posted file ready to go. Counting this post, that makes 87 that have yet to be published. Which means that every day through mid-June and every other day through mid-July is presently accounted for. I tell people that if I die tomorrow, they won’t come looking for me until late July, but that’s not entirely true. The landlord will miss me just after the 1st of the month.

I wrote something rather satisfying about this photograph of a spider web a few nights ago. I remember nodding and saying, “What a perfect ending.” But when I moved it to the To Be Posted file, the computer asked me a routine question, or so I thought, that I disregarded, and the file disappeared. It didn’t go somewhere else. It didn't end up in the Trash. It just ceased to exist. So I opened Pages only to realize that I had absolutely no memory of what I had just written. Something about sunlight and random spider webs. It was well written and had a nice ending. I remember that. But that’s all there was. That’s all I remembered between writing and directing the text to a holding file.

So, I leave you with what I remember.