In the quieter moments, my gray matter regurgitates some odd memory. Sometimes it is an old toy or an adventure. There are times it is a friend or a slice of time and space. Every so often it is a situation I wish I could have redone, and said something smarter or more appropriate.
Underlining most of the past situations, is a sense that by a small change a would have fixed that moment.
I am given to understand that it is a man thing to want to fix things. To solve problems and to seek some kind of full functioning nirvana.