Random access memory


I stood in the doorway and looked around the room. I looked at the things on the floor and on the worktop. I let my eyes run over the cupboards, one by one. I waited for something to trigger my memory.

No, nothing… I just could not remember why I had come into the kitchen.

I wandered back out.

“Why did I just go into the kitchen?” I asked Mrs R. as I entered the lounge where she was sitting on the sofa in darkness. Then I remembered.

A new lightbulb.

One Response to “Random access memory”

  1. 1 Mike S

    I’m finding that this sort of behaviour is making its way into the ‘virtual’ world as well, as I purposefully open a new tab in my browser, and then wonder to myself – which website was I going to look at?

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