"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Friday, March 6, 2026

R.E. Slater - Eidetic Memory



Eidetic Memory
by R.E. Slater


It was thundering outside.
Heavy wet rain was falling hard.
    It mimicked my tumult within -
    I had suddenly become immersed
    in a flood of  forgotten lifetimes.
Moments of vivid recall began
replaying across my soul,
    moments I had experienced
    came, and went, with a suddenness.
My past was strongly present -
and it was surprisingly real.

Bygone memories rumbled
across my being, falling hard.
Lost moments relived again
as I had once experienced them
    raced across my mind's eye -
    and stayed within, percolating.
Like connected streams
of personal reawakening.
    I could not tell any difference
    between now nor then -
    between today nor yesterday.

Long, forgotten experiences
I shouldn't have remembered
were recalled in florid detail.
Each echoing across my being
    without bidding to come in,
    remained, persisted, then left.
It was the distance of the memory
that startled me all the more -
    they came as a great absence
    then stubbornly refused my
    wishes to not enter within.

Outside, the thunder rumbled.
The early spring rain fell violently.
Within, my conscious being
was re-living ancient days.
Once believed forgotten -
    but apparently not unlost.
Held just beneath the surface.
I ached across the years -
    the missed relationships,
    the missed moments,

gone, alive, absent, undead.


R.E. Slater
March 6, 2026
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*Eidetic memory is the rare, short-term ability to recall images, sounds, or objects with high-definition precision and vividness, often described as a "mental photograph" that lasts for a few minutes. Primarily found in children, it acts as an afterimage, where individuals can "scan" an image in their mind after it is removed. It is mostly visual but can also be full sensory. It is rare, estimated at 2-10% in children, and nearly nonexistent in adults. The memories are not a perfect recall and can hold distortion or error, and fall within the category of experiential psychological phenomena.






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