a propos of nothing

There are places I remember

I’ve been talking a lot lately with folks about memory and its absence, perhaps brought on by the finals-week tinge of amnesia. There are many things that I don’t remember, but remember again when placed back in the place where they took place. I remember the place – and the place remembers the rest.

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