tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post5569977360320922375..comments2024-02-22T07:47:22.661-05:00Comments on The Bathroom Monologues: Bathroom Monologue: I'd really like an answer to this oneJohn Wiswellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-60280095629365427322008-11-18T21:57:00.000-05:002008-11-18T21:57:00.000-05:00My answer is swift, subconscious judgment calls. I...My answer is swift, subconscious judgment calls. Imagine your son's first word, your first kiss, the name of the first girl who broke your heart, or the last stirring thing your sergeant said to you before dying in the jungles of Saigon. <BR/><BR/>And now imagine someone telling you that you can have that memory, or "how to wipe." <BR/><BR/>All I'm saying.Randall Nicholshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06252840359471581378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337042377966398742.post-43543276845850369462008-11-18T15:36:00.000-05:002008-11-18T15:36:00.000-05:00I don't know why this instinctively makes sense to...I don't know why this instinctively makes sense to me. Have you ever had the experience of having someone - like Nessa, someone you know really well, or even someone you see every day - walk into the room, and you're distracted, and for an instant you know that that face has some kind of import for your life, but you can't quite think how? I've had this happen with SHEL. Not exactly a case of slipping the mind. For an instant there it's just "Oh. Person." before the categorization kicks in and you know who they are and what their name is.<BR/>Knowledge is slippery for me, but the words I use every day to think about it with are harder to lose the grip on, I think. It's clear to me that those words belong to a different section of the mind than the knowledge of where you live and with whom.Jemmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00654540766087012684noreply@blogger.com