memory…
It’s so fucking imperfect. Flickers and shadows and reconstructions. It’s so frustrating that it’s the best our brains can do. Almost totally fiction.
And yet. If I close my eyes I can still feel that dangly earring on my thumb.
It’s so fucking imperfect. Flickers and shadows and reconstructions. It’s so frustrating that it’s the best our brains can do. Almost totally fiction.
And yet. If I close my eyes I can still feel that dangly earring on my thumb.
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