Notes on memory.

I called my dad for eight minutes and stayed on the phone for thirty-two. He gave me four stories, a book recommendation from twenty years ago, and a moment I will never get back any other way.

There is a moment that comes for everyone who has lost someone they loved. It is the moment when you reach for a memory that belongs to them and find only the shape of it.

Eight minutes a day is the smallest habit to record your loved ones' stories before it is too late. The lucky number, the infinity twist, and why short works.