In the Library, with William

when algorithms fail

This is a memory that I don’t know what to do with.

It defies all my usual algorithms for categorization.

It evokes profoundly contradictory emotions.

I am as grateful for it as I am humiliated by it.

I wish I didn’t have it to fend with it, but I also can’t regret it.

Writing sometimes brings me clarity, so I’m writing this reflection with the hope that I’ll discover some meaning or conclusion by the end.