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Paul Mortimer Reads
Memory BankThe first time I had amnesia
was in Hong Kong. I was five. I don’t remember. The second was in Cyprus. I was ten and found wandering Limassol’s streets. So I stand in awe of those who recall childhood days, opening up a tap in their hippocampus and pouring out places, friends’ names, events even conversations. My memories are absent. They stand on the other side of then and now, a canyon between with no linking bridge. Not even ghosts teetering on the far side’s edge. The only triggers are mother’s photo albums, the past caught in a zoetrope flicker of black pages and her immaculate white writing. |
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