We Live in Memory Palaces.

What if every time you left a building all the significant memories that were tied to that building were left behind?  Not in a painful or distressing way, but maybe once you were 20 steps away from the building you would stop and pause and remember that you were trying to remember something.  You'd look around at the trees and the parking lot just to the East.

You know that cloudiness when you've just lost touch with the dream you had last night?  That dream that was so delightful and complicated and you promised yourself that you wouldn't forget and later you'd write it down but since the coffee maker didn't work you'd have to shower and go get coffee somewhere else, but you wouldn't forget that dream.  You promised and you knew you wouldn't and just at that moment when you realize that you forgot it.

And the people having lunch and laughing at the table behind you grew silent and you guessed they may have noticed how lost you look right now.

And then you walk into the next building.  And you're flooded with an array of memories that are only here.  You couldn't possibly forget any of these memories.  Or any of the things you've learned in here.  People that you've only known while inside this building.  Imaginary scenarios that you daydreamed and you'll never forget in that second floor room.

And if you knew that you were always losing and recovering memories in every building you might try something tricky like making an audio recording of them while inside and listening to it later.  Or even writing a letters to someone who you knew here once but hasn't been here in so long.  What was her name?

But that won't happen because it isn't an unpleasant forgetting.  It's just the way things are here.  Put a raincoat before you go, though.  There's a heavy cloud outside and it's hard to say what might happen if you get caught out there when the rain begins.