Word: forgottenness
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Being a tourist at home has allowed me to relive much of the childhood that I had forgotten. I knew when I decided to go to Harvard that I would be expanding my horizons and seeing things I had never seen before; I just didn’t expect those new experiences to be so close to my own backyard...
...gravity. We see it in the world's languages: from a rough total of 6,000 spoken today, linguists fear half will disappear within the next generation; 90% will be gone by the end of this century. And with each tongue that is silenced, every dance that is forgotten, every song and headdress design that slips from tribal memory, we sense that part of humanity's common heritage is lost...
...others take advantage of the fact that neither doctors nor parents tend to think of prescription medications as drugs of abuse. That makes it a fairly easy proposition to fake or exaggerate symptoms in order to persuade physicians to write prescriptions, or to pillage medicine cabinets for pills left forgotten on shelves. "When adults and medical professionals treat medications casually," says Dr. Francis Hayden, director of the adolescent mental-health center at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City, "we need not be surprised that adolescents are treating them casually...
...laundry. I glared at my mother and father and younger brother any time they left the house with a chore undone—a chore, I knew, that I would probably end up performing. Every time I turned around, it seemed, there was another task I had forgotten or never knew existed. Where was the time for my academic project, I grumbled, and how in the world was I supposed to do everything, anyway...
...Even if I had heard it infrequently, their speech was familiar, a forgotten song replayed on the radio. I knew the sudden dips and pauses of the smooth vowels; the up-downs and down-ups of the accents; the way a thought strung out along one-syllable words will end, hesitantly, like a question mark. It was the same song I had heard in my aunt’s house and at my grandparents’ dinner table. It sounded like deep bowls of noodle soup and bright fish sauce, incense burning in a dark temple and the yellow dust...