Memory

The human brain is an amazing thing, so much information stored during a human life. Through memory it constructs identity. I am sitting at a house where my identity was formed, but my memories of events here have left me since coma. I am told I helped build that chook pen. My brain has forgotten much, and the right side of my body. Memory is a profound ability of the brain, all of the senses used contribute to the record. Sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. The long and the short of this post is that my memory is being stimulated visiting places where I once lived. I was walking around Fitzroy the other day, an area where I spent many years, I could vaguely remember the place. I knew which way to turn to go somewhere, I remembered. I went to the “Punters Club” where my band played gigs, and released a vinyl record there, just before CDs became the common release. The place has changed and goes by another name now, a visit for my recollection. Indeed we don’t fully understand the brain but stimulation is the key fellow coma victims., visit places you once knew, perhaps they will come back. Humans have created a machine that uses memory. I used to be proud of having 1Mb of RAM, now probably at least 8Gb is required. Ever expanding memory requirements for computers. Can I upgrade to 1000 terabytes please?