Confessions of a Memory Athlete and the Subtle Dangers of the Clock

A time engineer timing and evaluating equipment

I felt a peculiar and inarticulate emptiness. I felt robotic and distorted, less human, less alive. I found myself declining more and more invites to gatherings with friends and family, all for the sake of excellence, personal bests, and a highly trained memory. But, the language of my soul needed to once m…