Psychology Today | 21.05.2026 21:51
The other week, visiting family, I was driving past a highway exit sign signaling towns from my archeological past. A swirling array of experiences ensued, not distracting but engaging. They were neither memories nor fully-formed ideas or words. They were more like a texture or shape, a somatosensory moment tied to a spiderweb-pinwheel of impressions: the feel of one town, layered with feelings from different stages of life, present in awareness as a splintered whole, before anything fully alighted.
