I've been working on a new art project which involved series of cards with art, and sometimes haiku, poetry, collages, etc. One series involves UFO sightings. So I wrote this little poem awhile ago; I included it in my series:
enchanted ,though uneasy
we watch the sliver sphere
shooting beams of light
above the pasture
Jim read it and asked if it was about "the thing you saw in Dexter."
I found that an interesting response for a couple of reasons. One, I had about a dozen little pieces like the above about various sightings, one involving a triangle UFO I saw. In Dexter. This poem mentions not a triangle, but a sphere.
And two, when I told Jim that no, this was about the spinning silver sphere we saw on Lorane, he had no idea what I was talking about.
In the past, he has remembered. We saw a rotating in place sliver sphere, complete with a beam of light shining on the pasture below. He was driving; he stopped the car. We watched if for a minute or so and then, abruptly, Jim said "Let's get out of here." And we did.
But the other day, after reading this and my reminding him of that sighting years ago, he had no memory at all.
I'm fascinated by this. How we remember, what we remember, why we remember . . .