Archive for August, 2008

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008


how is it that memory can feel more vivid, sometimes, than the present? i am in Halifax, but not in the hospital…i am on a vacation of sorts. it feels more like time travel. i wander here in a soup of memories, bright and disconcerting and surreal, expecting to encounter former selves around every corner. […]

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