12/22/05, my grandmother's house - This spring in my grandmother's house, I once
sat awake in bed for over an hour, unable to go to sleep. All the conditions for rest
had been met: the bed was comfortable, the room was very dark, and a fan provided white
noise to help me make the transition to REM. Unfortunately, I had a nagging inability
to remember one word. "Dyslexia" was the closest I could come to guessing what it was,
but I knew deep down that this was not the object of my search. When I woke up in the
morning, I realized that the word was "amnesia". I thought this was pretty ironic.
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