Something I noticed this morning when I was out walking the dog. I was listening to a podcast that I had listened to the day before when walking the dog and I was trying to skip through it to get to the ending of the show which I hadn't heard. As I scrollled through, listening to the fragments of the show, I could remember exactly where I had been in the walk the day before when I had listened to each section. Exactly where I was.
I could not, however, remember what I was listening to at any given point of the walk. If I thought about being at a particular corner I was entirely unable to conjure even the faintest idea of what I had heard, but with the story, instantly and effortlessly I knew.
Memory of place could be accessed by story, but not story by place.
Our minds are a baffling place.