From the Salmon

I have no idea how my brain works. Sometimes, I can’t remember things that should be undeniably familiar, like my phone number or license plate number. And then there are days like today, when words or things from my past appear in my head seemingly out of nowhere.

Today, I was innocently going about my business when, all of a sudden, the word ”Thanatopsis” paid me a surprise visit. And I can’t for the life of me figure out why. I wasn’t thinking about high school or death or poetry or William Cullen Bryant or really anyone named William or Bryant for that matter. But there it was. And like a song I can’t get out of my head, it’s become a bizarre mental houseguest that I still haven’t been able to pack up and put on a plane.

Is there an antidote for this, or am I just strange?

On second thought, don’t answer that.