I remember things. I remember what someone said in a meeting four years ago, the exact phrasing, and the pause before it. I remember who promised to introduce me to whom and never did. I remember the tone of an email from 2019. I remember which song was playing in the taxi on the way to an interview in 2014. I remember the name of the person who was kind to me on my first day somewhere, and the act of kindness itself. For a long time I thought of this as an asset, and in