memory
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Transient Global Amnesia: “The Day I’ll Never Remember”
Continuity | “a continuous sense of self” is my description of the same experience: I knew who I was. I recognized my friends, and they tell me I did not seem frightened, just confused. I had a past, but the present seeped out of my mind as it occurred. Who are you if you have… Continue reading
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Continuity | “a continuous sense of self”
I’ve always understood that I’ve lost thousands of days. That they sank into an ocean of others. Too much sameness? Too little attention? Or even, perhaps, too much attention at the time. Too present to record? But there is one day, one specific day, that I know I lost. That I know I will never… Continue reading
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memory
“. . . memory is less like a movie, a permanent emulsion of chemicals on celluloid, and more like a play—subtly different each time it’s performed. In my brain, a network of cells is constantly being reconsolidated, rewritten, remade.” The Forgetting Pill, by Jonah Lehrer at Wired that trickster fickle * elusive sometimes appears on… Continue reading
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Forget
I remember there was joybut the feeling eludes me.Your hands in my hair, your contained desire.My own. Memories laid down in the soft tissue of my brain, sparks and connections weakly understood. You are not there. Where are you? Are you still the one I wanted? If I could forget you, would I? We… Continue reading
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A Typical History of a Pretty Girl
I’ve written 23,791 words — a bit behind, and not inclined to write today. I sit at the keyboard, not wanting to be there. I’ve gone back and given titles to the previous 28 word- splurges. I’ve checked my email. I’ve read this week’s pep-talk. I’ve considered taking the day off altogether. I’ve tucked… Continue reading
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