A lyrical mirage in a number of ways. As I get older, my dependence on force of habit to get me thought most actions and projects is starting to show its weakness. Simple routines are no interrupted by a ‘memory misdirect’. I am thinking about picking up my tea cup, but instead I pick up the jar of honey next to it. I started calling these events ‘miss-fires’. They are harmless now, but I imagine it could wind up serious one day.
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