Tis a peculiar place, that where memories reside. Peculiar still that they call it a ‘bank’ when it’s really nothing of the sort. In a bank assets are stored. Neatly. Sequentially. With order and reason. One may consciously choose to select a memory at any given time, to access that data, analyse it, delete … Continue reading If Memories Lived in a Bank…
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Frozen & Still
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