I have been told many times that my memory is exceptional. I’m not saying this to brag; it’s just what I’ve been told. I’ve described it in the past as a figurative landfill of information, but that gives the impression that it’s all useless.
Lately I’ve come up with a better analogy. My memory is much like a vast collection of Lego bricks. Individually, each piece may not necessarily form a particular shape that is immediately coherent, but given enough of them and arranged in the right ways, it starts to show detail and convey and idea.