Why I Walked Into This Room
I had a thought.
A good thought.
An important thought.
At least I assume it was important.
It was important enough
to get me out of my chair
and send me walking
into another room.
I arrived.
And immediately realized
I had no idea why.
The room looked familiar.
The things in it belonged to me.
One of them
was apparently
the reason I came in here.
Unfortunately,
the identity of that item
had been lost.
Not misplaced.
Lost.
Somewhere between
the first room
and the second.
I looked around,
hoping the object itself
would reveal its importance.
Nothing.
Everything appeared
equally unnecessary.
The original mission
had vanished.
Whether this was due to age,
distraction,
or a squirrel outside the window
remains unclear.
Eventually,
I accepted the situation.
Whatever I wanted
was obviously
not that important.
If it had been important,
I would have remembered it.
Probably.
So I left.
Confident the matter
was settled.
Until twenty minutes later,
when I remembered.
I walked back
into the other room.
And forgot again.
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