I really enjoyed crafting a #fiftywords story last week, so I'm doing it again. It's a great exercise that forces you to squeeze the most meaning out of each word, which is tough for someone as verbose as me. This week's entry is on memory.
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I remember well the moment I learned about memory: how the brain, unreliable narrator, dearest auteur, slinks undetected, indefatigably rewriting our most cherished memories with each recollection. I pondered the chasm between memory and mind, memory and mine. What of me does it keep? What of me do I believe?