"You can pick up a memory from anything if you look," he said, as if it was as easy as hunting up some cookies in the fridge. "Most things record imperfectly, though. Just a flash or a feeling as opposed to more."
He shrugged.
"I was a lonely child," he continued matter-of-factly, "so I looked. That's all. And the more familiar the memories, the closer tied to you, the easier it is for you to find them."
He quirked his lips, though, as he thought about it.
"I'd always sort of figured you'd have to carry it around with you, anyway. To remember with you. I don't think I'm smart enough to come up with something automatic, though."
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"You can pick up a memory from anything if you look," he said, as if it was as easy as hunting up some cookies in the fridge. "Most things record imperfectly, though. Just a flash or a feeling as opposed to more."
He shrugged.
"I was a lonely child," he continued matter-of-factly, "so I looked. That's all. And the more familiar the memories, the closer tied to you, the easier it is for you to find them."
He quirked his lips, though, as he thought about it.
"I'd always sort of figured you'd have to carry it around with you, anyway. To remember with you. I don't think I'm smart enough to come up with something automatic, though."