[“the random coil of memory” – Norma Cole]
Yes, I believe my memory was of a real event. But when? In what sequence with my other memories? (Memories themselves have no date-stamp, a notable lapse by our Programmer.)
In life, memory is a pile of puzzle-pieces. Putting them together, a picture slowly forms.
With a few pieces always left over.
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