“Memory is non-linear by default!” I scrawled this on the back of a grocery receipt in April of this strange year of 2021. I do that a lot. If I don’t, I will forget whatever I think are the fleetingly, occasionally notable introspections, that pass through my admittedly limited mind. I bought Texas Toast, Paul Newman’s Marinara sauce, and bananas according to the computerized print on the back of the receipt. Now that we’ve established the theme of this meandering...
