I love to walk…and my mind hates being idle, so every now and then during my morning constitutional I create…

I’d like to tell you there’s no story today, chiefly because while I was out for my daily constitutional and my mind was idle, I took a detour down a very ordinary Memory Lane. But that wouldn’t be the complete truth, because nothing is ever really ‘ordinary’ in the realm of memories, is it?

Normally, I’m not the sentimental type who sifts through the sands of the past. But today was different. My mind wandered to old acquaintances—people who had evaporated from my life not through conflict but simply because adulthood pulled us into different orbits.

As I strolled deeper into this labyrinth of nostalgia, I felt an odd sensation—as if the memories themselves were alive, breathing, watching. A shiver ran down my spine, and for a moment, it was as if I had stepped into a different time, a different place. The memories grew vibrant, almost hyper-real. I could hear the laughter from a joke told years ago; I could feel the grip of a long-lost friend’s handshake.

And then something truly strange happened: a memory I didn’t recognize. Faces unfamiliar, voices I had never heard, all speaking in a language that sounded like distorted echoes. I felt disoriented, as though caught in a narrative that wasn’t my own. Did memories have memories? Were these intruders, or were they forgotten fragments of experiences so deeply buried they seemed alien?

It’s tempting to say that perhaps I stumbled upon a wormhole in my own neural pathways, a secret tunnel that connected me to alternate versions of my life—or even stranger realms. But, of course, that would be acknowledging that today’s not-story is a story, and we can’t have that, can we?

So, let’s agree that there was no story today. But still, be in good health, stay sane and safe. Keep your fingers crossed, but also keep your mind open; you never know what ‘unstories’ might unfold when you least expect them.