I've noticed...certain things about details.
Some don't tend to stick to me. Unless there's a reason for them to adhere (like pain), it seems timing details for me tend to fall into a big pot somewhere. They're there, they're around; but, they tend to melt into something rather indistinguishable.
On the other hand, there are also some details that seem to fasten themselves to me for years—these are often related to how something or someone made me feel. Or, ones that make me wonder how I made someone else feel.
