I wrote this the other day, based on a memory that surfaced. It was. when I was traveling in Kyoto. Most know that everything I write is excruciatingly autobiographical. Often I memorialize experiences and memories this way as a means of reclaiming them, a sort of poetic scrap book of broken glass at times. When Relive the experience with authenticity and reclaim it, I then feel as though I own it, rather than the opposite which is often the case. Then I file the experience away and move on. Remember…I write eulogies for open-casket funerals, not closed casket funerals. After I wrote the piece, I was trying to create a shareable version, and gave up on it yesterday. Then I looked qt my photos. I had forgotten that I recorded a video of everything I wrote about…