That sounds very much like Dr. Johnson again. See the very first post on realgem - he had the distinction of opening for us.
Very well then. Consider:
You have no way of knowing how your memory will record the present that you are experiencing now.
(This thought flashes into my head as sun blinds me as I cross Br. Faria Lima into on-coming traffic, and somehow I am certain I will remember this moment, if one of the madly weaving cars doesn't get me in the next five seconds at least.)I feel nostalgia for the bizarrest things, things that were hellish at the time.
(Cursing at pain in a hospital bed, unable to sleep for pain, cursing the nurse who refused to bring me more morphine...)Conversely, sheer ecstasy sometimes becomes flat, pale and tasteless when played back by memory.