Memories and Qualities

Our memories of what things were governs how we evaluate each fragment of now.
Other Japanese restaurants had good Beef Sashimi, but then it declined in quality. Somtimes quite precipitously, What were once almost transparently thin slices of the best meat you could eat had become, less than a memory, a horror. A life truncated. Instead of the word "beef" we had only "bee" the final chromosone of flavour had flown away, escaping forever, leaving us only the endless bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz