Recently, I was struck by the realization that I don't remember the stuff I read the way I used to, which launched me into a retrospection spiral. I think I have come up with some explanations.
On a side note, this is essentially how causality works. Things happen and then we dwell upon them and do the "platonizing" (this is the latest addition to my "fake smart talk" library which I have picked from a book written by an ex-Wharton student...go figure), i.e. calling something the cause, labeling the remaining as the effect and then slapping on some random statements as the explanations. Let's just not get into the list of professions where people make their living from this intellectual fraud.
Now, back to the square one, why did I stop retaining the stuff that I read as opposed to my verbatim recollections from books that I had read which had often bored my friends to death. The thing is, that earlier I used to travel a lot while not driving myself. When you are travelling for more than three hours through the same route everyday, you will get tired of site seeing sooner or later and will resort to something more engaging. I remember that most of my fellow travelers took refuge in broadly two activities-talking and laughing a lot on the cellphone and staring and gawking at the opposite sex. There was a minority which was a little more considerate and these people restricted themselves to texting, playing games on cellphones (it was not the internet on every cellphone era) or reading.
Now when you read with a fierce underlying need of ignoring your noisy and tiring surroundings, you learn to...well.....read and ignore them all....and that's why you remember it all.
So, if you really think that you are missing out some quality reading time, it's time to think about relocation.