In college I could write in my head about my day and remember it at night. I wrote half a horrible book that way. I don't know. If I don't die it'll be good for me.
There are certain poetic symmetries about this. I'm back in my college town after ten years. I pawned my iPad at the shop a guy who stole from me took my stuff. When I was new here there was a church sign that said "Welcome home, Chris" and here I am back and not too miserable. I still might jump off the parking garage though