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Altered memories

7 May

I was reading a blog post someone I once knew wrote about places we’d been, conjuring nice memories that I immediately started picturing, a different slide in our camera roll at every sentence.

But the mental pictures quickly blurred as the narrative kept building. Elements fading and disappearing with every word, until my mental representation was meaningless and foreign.

Those were altered memories or weren’t ours after all.

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