So I have these little vignettes. They are nostalgic dirty & spun between the pseudo specificity of the science book & the translation into metaphor- reconfigured on a flat plane like text but dirtier. They are stuttered open, spread out like a story like a joke where you can only remember the sense of the punchline & it is not quite right. You wonder hey is that mine? What you just told me, is it mine? Is the moment of hearing-telling-showing-remembering mine?

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