And so I started trying to spend 15 or 20 minutes every morning, before I sat down with my New York Times, just trying to remember something. Maybe it was a poem, maybe it was names from an old yearbook that I bought at a flea market.
Así que comencé a pasar 15 o 20 minutos todas las mañanas, antes de sentarme a ver el New York Times, simplemente tratando de recordar algo. Quizá un poema. O los nombres de un antiguo anuario escolar comprado en un mercado de pulgas.