Thursday, October 27, 2011

Memory and Forgetting

















Passports last ten years. Mine never fails to get odd looks at TSA (I was in a shaggy hair contest when the photo was taken). 7 years have gone since then... I think of growing out my hair sometimes, forgetting how it didn't suit me, thinking I liked it. So easy to forget the past in favor of the invented country of memory, the place where we construct what never was...

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