memories

I love the human brain. I love the little tricks it plays like linking smell to time and place.

This morning I woke up at 7, and gobbled some yogurt on the way to the gym. Got home and prepped for a photo shoot. I made my first cup of coffee, freshly ground and then walked to Madam S clutching an MIT mug. I got there as they were opening and picked up some fishnets for the shoot. I was nearly out of coffee by the time I got home and I had already taken apart the grinder for cleaning, so I figured I’d cheat. I dug out a bag of ground from the back of the fridge — Kona with macadamia nut.

That’s when my brain switched to that weekend in Hawaii a lover treated me to last September. The breakfast of papaya and Kona coffee eaten in a treehouse while watching the island come alive. The long weekend spent in a bikini, giving up on getting the sand off. The receptionist mistakingly calling me Mrs. B*** and my cheerfully informing a honeymooner that no, actually, we’re celebrating my divorce. And of course, all that mischief we got up to.

And now I’m wondering at all the ways in which the human brain can be exploited for play. Not just tapping into socially constructed symbolism, but taking lessons from cognitive behavioral therapy, and nero-linguistics programming. Sooo many possibilities, if only I had a spare brain to play with.