Memory rooms

I float in my mind to a room at the back. I visualize an antique store with acres of floorspace and many back rooms. It has more floorspace than some countries. I toss my things on other people’s. New things piled on top of old. Every thing represents a place, a time, an event, a moment in my life, a moment in another life, something seen, something read, something learned, something made. New rooms are added every hour and every day. Usually I find what I go to look for. The miracle is that I can access one memory from an infinite number in a finite amount of time.