Peculiar Memories by Jason Macias

Most of the time, my days pass more or less like I imagine the days pass for other people. I work. I enjoy the company of friends. I daydream. I do laundry. Then there are other times when something peculiar happens. Not very often, of course, but frequently enough that I sometimes wonder about these occurrences and what they might mean. In general I have never spoken about these things, because what would have been the point? Over the years, though, I have accumulated enough of these memories to make me want to share them. It is these peculiar memories that I plan to present here.