Do you find it odd that everyday objects sometimes have overwhelming power over us? Like the tea cup Grandma gave you, the melted bottle found in the fire pit after a great party, a piece of paper with a horrible poem written by you 10 years ago. Things that almost force you to keep them. Things that no filing cabinet could categorize, no drawer could possibly keep separate enough from the rest of the clutter. It’s not so easy to let go, label them as trash, and spring clean them up – especially when the memories are so strong. It’s funny how the memory and the object almost seem one and the same. Somehow the link is fairly strong between the two. Without the memory the object has no meaning. Without the object – could I remember? Maybe I just don’t have the faith in my brain to keep track. Maybe I want to rely on things to push my thoughts in the right direction. Maybe I’m a pack rat or maybe this is just a brilliant distributed memory object caching system.
a distributed memory object caching system
