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a digital scrapbook with short stories and various musings

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August 17, 2020August 11, 2020Leave a comment

The Meaning of Memory

August 12, 2020August 9, 2020Leave a comment

You ask me to come over for dinner this evening. Which means you want to me to take a look at the latest work you’ve done on The Lying Lesson—the memory you’ve been perfecting over the past year. It’s been several weeks since the last time, and no doubt you’ve made a number of alterations.

August 10, 2020August 9, 2020Leave a comment

Roles of Reflections

August 8, 2020July 31, 2020Leave a comment

After we switch reflections to see what that’s like, you leave the bathroom. I follow you into the kitchen where you fix us a snack. I guess you’re hungry and assume we’ll switch back later in the afternoon. We don’t. But that’s fine. I’m not particularly attached to my reflection and having yours instead is a refreshing change.

August 4, 2020July 31, 2020Leave a comment

Transient Tranformations

July 29, 2020July 28, 2020Leave a comment

She can only be referring to one thing, and that sends jealousy coursing through me, pushing out all other feelings, displacing every thought unrelated to the power. But the hegemony of envy affords me one piece of consolation: better one of us with the power than both without it, which is the way it’s been for years. 

July 28, 2020Leave a comment

Prescribed Burn

May 13, 2020May 13, 2020Leave a comment

So she rigs up a transdermal hormone delivery system that will hit her endocrine and nervous systems with a custom combo of dopamine, adrenaline, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin to engender a romantic attraction to her best friend.

April 3, 2020March 29, 2020Leave a comment

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