There are some people I think of only when I am cooking certain dishes. There are other people I think of only as I am passing through certain doorways.
In many cases, these are people I have not seen or interacted with for years. Yet there they are, showing up in the most unexpected places.
It’s curious how people lodge themselves in your head. Some memories have a habit of curling themselves up in a corner of your brain, and waiting for just the right event or location to awaken.
I wonder whether this is a common phenomenon. Am I, even now, lodged far away in somebody else’s brain, a sense memory waiting for just the right moment to return?