The Custodian began with a simple idea: what if the things we inherit aren’t objects, but responsibilities? Book One follows the quiet awakening of a man who discovers that memory, duty, and identity are far more intertwined than he ever imagined. It’s a story about stepping into a role you never asked for, and realizing the world has been waiting for you to claim it.
If you’re curious about where this journey begins, search: The Custodian – Michael Curry on Amazon.
Some mornings, I swear my hippocampus packs a small suitcase, leaves a note on the counter, and slips out the back door before I’m even awake. No warning. No forwarding address. Just gone.
And there I am, standing in the kitchen, trying to remember why I walked in there in the first place or how my glasses got on top of my head.
People tell me it’s age. I tell them it’s abandonment.
But here’s the strange part: even when memory wanders off, the feeling of the memory stays behind. The emotional imprint. The echo. The sense that something important happened — even if the details are now floating somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico or America, whatever.
It’s a reminder that the brain is not a filing cabinet. It’s a living, shifting landscape. And sometimes the tour guide goes missing.
The hippocampus is supposed to help us store and retrieve memories. Lately, mine seems to prefer the “store” part and forgets the “retrieve” entirely. It’s like a librarian who keeps shelving books but refuses to tell you where anything is, especially at my age.
But here’s the thing: Even when the facts slip, the meaning stays.
I may not remember the exact date something happened, but I remember how it felt. I remember the weight of it. The lesson. The way it changed me. And honestly, that’s the part that matters.
When the hippocampus clocks out early, language starts to wobble. Words take the long way around. Sentences stall mid‑air. Names evaporate. You start describing things like:
“The thing with the buttons.”
“That guy from the place.”
“you know… the… the… the thing”
And somehow, people still understand you. Maybe because they’re going through the same thing.
Maybe we’re all in this together — a generation of wandering hippocampi.
When memory loosens its grip, something else opens up. You stop clinging to details. You stop obsessing over precision. You start speaking from instinct rather than from recall.
It’s not about remembering perfectly. It’s about expressing honesty.
And sometimes the most honest thing you can say is, “My brain left the building, but my heart remembers.”
Not to preserve every detail — that’s impossible. Not to prove I still “have it” — that’s ego. But to leave a trail of words behind me, like breadcrumbs, so that when the hippocampus wanders off again, I can still find my way back to myself.
Writing is how I keep the lights on upstairs. Writing is how I stay present. Writing is how I remind the hippocampus that I’m still here, still paying attention, still trying to make sense of this strange, beautiful, slippery life.
And if the words come out crooked some days, well… that’s just part of the charm.
by M.N. Curry
Every story begins with a question. For this one, it was simple: What would you sacrifice for a perfect world? That question opened a doorway into memory, identity, and the quiet rebellion of refusing to disappear.
Search Return to Utopia – Michael Curry on Amazon.
By M.N.Curry
Life and time are like two restless travelers—always moving, never pausing. For young people, the key is to embrace their fleeting nature rather than fear it. In my 78 years of living on this planet, this is what I've learned:
Life drifts like ink on fleeting streams, whispering secrets in golden beams.
Time is the tide that pulls us all, soft as echoes, loud as a call.
Moments vanish, but dreams remain, woven in laughter, stitched in pain.
The past is a shadow, the future unknown, but today is a kingdom—yours alone.
Dance with the seconds, love the hours, watch them bloom like midnight flowers.
For when the moon trades place with the sun, the race is over, the journey done.
From this point forward, your life's purpose deserves more than passing thoughts—it calls for deep reflection and honest evaluation. When you're young, freedom of expression flows easily, often without the burden of foresight. And why not? Mistakes made early on are usually recoverable, even for the most naïve among us.
But here's the truth: life comes with no guarantees. Your time here will always be a mystery, and the choices you make shape what little time you have. You can spend it wisely, or gamble with whatever fate delivers.
Think about it—we're mere specks on the vast timeline of eternity. And when your moment ends, so does your story.
If I made you laugh or made you think about some abstract statement I've made. Then I've done my work.
"He lived. He died. The end."
Stay Healthy
M.N.Curry
The Story
A long, long time ago, when I was younger and prone to stuffing my gut with stuff I liked rather than food that was healthy, I would occasionally end up with a condition that the old folks categorized as being "Stopped Up", but in effect, it was constipation. And suggested that I would do well with a big ole glass of prune juice followed by a decent-sized bowl of bran flakes. Then there was always Ex-Lax, milk of magnesia, or magnesium citrate. Not as appealing as the prune juice, bran flakes combo, but the fact is, constipation can wreak more havoc on your internal system and the function of your brain than you may realize. So, what's the relationship?
Since the day man was first placed on this earth thousands of years ago, he has been without real knowledge; his motivation lacked the foresight to anticipate what was to happen and the hindsight to analyze. At some time during the bicameral age of man, even before the wisdom of ancient doctors such as Herophilus, Hicesius, and Hippocrates, it was thought that all his directions were given by internal voices from the gods. He reacted to them without question, for who is man to question the wisdom of the gods? But later in his development of independent thinking, the brain began to reason, and at some point in this transition, it started making independent choices, relying on hindsight and foresight. At this point, the influence of the Greek gods is beginning to diminish, and the brain now has the sole responsibility for man's survival, with no internal voices of the gods for guidance. Internal situations must be addressed. The arms that can grab and hold have their limits, and the legs that can transport have essential duties to perform and may become weak and painful. Still, there's one part of the body that is being ignored that will prove more important than them all, and failure to recognize its presence will prove vital to man's existence. More often than not, the brain fails to recognize the serious signals of stress. It overlooks the importance of the other critical functions, like the liver, the kidneys, and a couple more, which are just as crucial in keeping things in proper working order. But one of the most important of them is the intestine, yep, the intestines, whose job it is to digest food, absorb nutrients, and remove waste. It also produces hormones that transmit signals throughout the body, regulate water balance, and fight germs. So if the intestine decides to shut down because it's being abused, the body retaliates, becomes weak, and the brain becomes confused and disoriented. Now the brain is dependent on the intestines for a bit of help for a little direction, and if the intestines refuse because they've been neglected, things could get a lot worse. Much, much worse. The moral of this story is, listen and pay attention to what your body is telling you. The lesson is, if you want to get your point across and get others to pay attention and acknowledge your presence, just act like an asshole!
SO..
Can you see the relationship between chronic constipation and an increased risk of cognitive decline? Recent research has highlighted the connection between gut health and brain function, including conditions like Alzheimer's disease. Specifically, individuals with less frequent bowel movements (about once every 3 days or less) have a 73% higher risk of subjective cognitive decline. In fact, chronic constipation can lead to cognition comparable to three years of aging.
Drinking more water is also a beneficial step in keeping things moving along! Adequate hydration helps maintain regular bowel movements and supports overall health. Increase your water intake to promote better gut function and reduce the risk of cognitive decline.
Remember, taking care of your gut may be a pathway to safeguarding your brain health!
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