Memories. So easy to say. Harder to have.
Do you know, I don't actually have very many Memories which are really clear? I have to reconstruct them. I remember things in a strange way, like remembering looking at pictures. I have little flashes of scenes which stick in my mind, and little flashes of narrative. To reconstruct a whole night and write about it is really hard, I spend about 20 minutes first drinking coffee and smoking fags before I can remember anything more than one little picture. Then slowly, other pictures come to me, really just like photographs in my mind. Eventually, I remember what the little people in those photographs were saying. About 45 minutes later, I can finally reconstruct what was happening that night. Usually, however, there are huge blanks. Most of those blanks stay that way, Blank. Some, like the memories in this post, have only come to me recently. They started off as one blurry photograph in my mind, which I knew was important, but couldn't work out why.
I don't reckon that's what they call a photographic memory somehow y'know...
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My Memories:
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Memories - Lucy's Flying
Memories - The end of a Rave
Memories - Almost Rape
Memories - A Shooting
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