“Now is the age of anxiety.”
– Wystan Hugh Auden, Anglo-American poet
“Remember!” he recalled shouting at himself. “Remember!”
I was listening to a friend describing a particularly frightening anxiety attack.
“I had parked somewhere in a huge mall parking lot and, being in a hurry, had neglected to make a mental note of just where I had parked. So now I was standing in the parkade with no idea of where I should begin looking. I walked up and down rows of vehicles looking for mine. And the more anxious I became, the further memory retreated from me. I was no longer certain of the make or model of my vehicle – I couldn’t even remember the colour. An older couple had stopped nearby. I could...
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