When you close your eyes and comb through the sediment of your life, what images emerge? Joe Brainard plunges into the experience of living. He must have had a fabulous time writing, I Remember. Here is an excerpt:
I remember how good a glass of water can taste after a dish of ice cream.
I remember when I got a five-year pin for not missing a single morning of Sunday School for five years. (Methodist)
I remember when I went to a “come as your favorite person party” as Marilyn Monroe.
I remember one of the first things I remember. An ice box (As opposed to a refrigerator)