What can YOU say in six sentences?
Are tiny memories, replicated to the hundred thousand, nostalgia-memes that run through our society?
Some stop at national borders: that first meal in the Chick-fil-A booth or, much later, the queer snog in the same booth as protest.
Some cross continents: teen girls rapturously howling Like A Virgin to the bemusement of frail grannies with walking sticks in Brooklyn and Rome.
Some are so tiny and subtle: only awakened to be re-lived instantly, tactility and emotion, as with Judy's viciously hard gingersnaps.
But for a memory to become a meme, must it have its own life beyond the individual?
Does the feeling of Judy's Christmas wait on us, ready to seize its own moment, does Mike's revulsion of a publisher's racism bide its own time too, ready as a meme for our better selves ?