Every now and again you stumble across something and have the 'I wish I'd thought/said/written that' moment. I've had that moment twice in the last 12 hours.

Andy Ihnatko's great 'Ihnatko's Almanac' podcast is a regular listen for me. I'm often struck by how frequently memory and the ways that we remember are a subtext to the subjects under discussion. In the most recent episode (#79) there's a great conversation on the value of photographs and the relationship between photos and memory. During that discussion, Andy comes up with this wonderful line:

photographs are bookmarks for memory
— Andy Ihnatko

I wish I'd thought of that...

The second thing that jumped out at me  was a piece by William Gibson in his volume of collected essays 'Distrust That Particular Flavour'. The essay 'Dead Man Sings' offers a compelling and concise comment on the elasticity of memory. The essay opens as follows:

Time moves in one direction. Memory in another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
— William Gibson

I wish I'd written that...