Lee Eiferman
I visited a bookshop (nothing unusual there) where they had positioned the Self-Help section right where New Fiction ought to be. Maybe it was because I was on vacation, feeling expansive, like I had time to burn, but I lingered. Picked up some random Self-Help book which featured a photo of a perfectly peachy peach on its cover and flipped through its pages.
I have this secret. I always read page 29 to see if I'll like the book. And on page 29 there was a question featured in 24-point type in the middle of the page: What Are You Forgetting?? In any normal world, the initial caps, let alone the double question mark would have been cause for dismissal.
Instead, after I swam, bobbed in the waves and belly surfed right up to shore, I took a nap. Lying on my stomach, feeling the pull of the ocean, the pulse of the waves, I was inches from drifting off, when there it was rising like an insistent/persistent volcano... What Am I Forgetting?
I didn't have a clue. I suspect it was something either weighty, existential or trivial.
Which just about covers all possibilities.