The Non-Persistence of Memory

I’ve noticed that I don’t remember track names anymore. They are washed out of my memory at the first opportunity. Earlier (about 15 years ago), I could say, this track was released in such-and-such year and is only found on the New Zealand edition; now the musician’s name is enough of an anchor from which I look at the list of tracks, where I find familiar letters. So now many names are stored in my memory not as words, but as images. Not like the word STOP, but like the red octagon on a road sign.