My memory used to be so good I'd have to hide it so it didn't weird people out. I'd pretend not to remember someone's full name and their kids' names... Now, I'm rewatching a TV series I remember liking in 2022 because I can't remember even the broadest outline of the plot.
It feels as if my hard drive is full. I'm reading and watching and listening to so much content in addition to living life and having actual experiences... Since I can't selectively delete stuff, I'm left creating backups in notebooks, mistrusting my own outmoded technology.
For a while, I blamed quarantine and stress for dulling my edge... But lately the metaphor that seems most apt is that of a computer: It feels as if my hard drive is full.
I'm particularly interested in how a full hard drive is affecting my consumption of culture. Cultural omnivores keep lists of the books they've read and the movies they've watched, adding to their knowledge with each item checked off.
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