I am reading about a
woman who has lost her memory. She awakens every morning with the
idea she is young and at the beginning of her life only to discover
again that she is in her 40's and married and has had a child all of
which she does not remember. Blank you might say. At the point in the
story where I stopped reading she has come to fear the day she will
awaken as an old woman thinking she is young and discover the truth
and the reality she has nothing to show for her life for she believes
all we are is our accumulated memories, and in a way she is correct.
For most people it is so. It is so because most are asleep, in a
trance, living only a pretend life. Playing roles in somebody's
else's (Kodak) (Facebook) (Norman Rockwellian) drama. For those ones,
the predicament is dire. And yet, they know it not so to be. I write
for them.
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