My head is stuffed with stuff. Some of it has been in there since I was a young fellow, some of it made its way inside in the last few days. Every day more stuff tries to squeeze into my head, but unfortunately, space is limited, so for everything I add, something has to go.
Most of you reading this probably suffer the same affliction. Information Overload.
While I try to be selective in what I add, deletion has been more random. I find I still can easily recall details of absolutely no use anymore – my street address when I was about 15 – while specifics of experiences that could serve me well don’t come to mind as easily – where was it in Africa that I met Chief Steve?
