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  • Why do certain moments slip into your mind, unannounced, unexpected and seemingly irrelevant to what's happening now?

    A vision, startling in its clarity, took over my mind for a few moments a little while ago.

    The sight of the gift shop and reservation desk at the Flaming Gorge Dam in Utah.

    The touch of being seated on a circular plastic bench built into one of the walls of the gift shop.

    The sound of the local sheriff talking with the woman behind the sales counter, describing his brother's relationship difficulties.

    The smell of cellophane wrapping, stale chips and human bodies.

    The taste of dry air and bottled water.

    None of this was photographed or recorded in any way whatsoever beyond the impression made in my memory.

    Forgotten then.

    Until now, sitting at my desk in the laboratory, looking at my computer, listening to Rati play the Obama/Clinton interview on the computer, hearing the rush of the air conditioning and the hum of the refrigerator, smelling Rati's hand cream and my own sweat in this overheated room, and tasting the lingering flavor of a whole wheat slice of bread.

    Another moment to forget.
  • And to remember?
  • Photos, Flaming Gorge Dam and Green River, Utah
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