Photographic Memory

Always at the strangest times, that is when my life decides to nudge me. That is when destiny, randomness or all of the other demi-gods that rule my life decide to toy with me, make me feel, make me think, make me remember.

I remember a photo, in particular, from high school. Standing outside the front doors of the school on a cool autumn day. We were going to a theater rehearsal. We were young and foolish and innocent beyond our own comprehension at the time.

Now, that photograph is at the beginning of a slideshow behind my weary eyes. I never had a photographic memory, but I always seem to remember the photographs.