I Can’t Remember My Password But I Can Identify Peter Gabriel Cassettes By Smell

Had a bit of an aimless music afternoon and then had a weak moment and opened up Marketplace, saw a bunch of cassettes, and realized I can identify them by spine even if the writing is too small to see. There’s some where I instantly know what they are. Like immediately. And it brings up two questions. One is why? Why, if I haven’t thought about this stuff in 100 million years, do I instantly know something is a Peter Gabriel tape? I don’t even want to get into whether that’s useful or not, but memory is just such a mystery. I can’t remember who I had lunch with this week or the names of properties I’m working on or who I’m trying to email or what I did with the thing that is currently in my hand, but I sure can remember what some of these cassettes look like. I can remember what they smell like. It’s bizarre. So number two is: what happens to that knowledge when I die? I have no doubt we’re all part of someone else’s computer somehow. I’m not a godless person. I feel purposeful in…