We Are Slaves To Our Poor Memories
Yet, we can free ourselves
3 min readJul 12, 2022
Inheritance
My grandad had an extraordinary memory. In his nineties, he could still recite entire poems and tales he had learned as a child. He would remember names and dates with uncanny precision, data that hardly seemed essential for his daily life. My family always told me I had much in common with my grandad.