You walk into a room. You stand there. You ask yourself, “why am I here?” Not in the sense of why you have lived a life that brought you to that place. No, it is the much more mundane reason. Why have I walked into this room now? Did I want something? Was I there to do something, or to not do something? But whatever the motivation was, well, it is lost. For now at least. Maybe you could remember the reason. Given enough time and doing whatever to jostle your memory you might remember why you are there now at that time.
Recently there was a similar puzzle. What have I done with the two library books? Dunce, from Mary Ruele and The Art of Noticing from Rob Walker were the two books I have been looking for and looking for until today. There is something appropriate in the titles for them. I did not notice what I could have done with them. And I was a bit of a dunce is losing them in that manner. Or maybe it was a hint from the cosmos that I really should have copies of them.
Where were they found? In a box of stuff, including three other books, that was filled with watercoloring supplies and other things I needed to have cleaned out of the living room. We were both going to have visitors and needed to clean up the house. This occurred right as our winter storm hit.
I guess it is time to move the box contents to permanent homes. As soon as I clean up some area to store things in.
What can I lose then?
— MichaelRpdx
Vote: should I buy these books so I have permanent copies?