...filled her memory bank with shiny coins.

I see the whole episode in my memory as if it were a very crisply photographed black and white movie. Directed by Bergman perhaps.We are playing ourselves in the movie version. If only we could escape from always having to play ourselves !

Memory is the most transient of all possessions. And when it goes, it leaves as few traces as stars that have disappeared.

Memory is the crux of our humanity. Without memory we have no identities. That is really why I am committing an autobiography.