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THE DIRT

The moments that make up a life

Memories

If memory were eyesight, I’d be Mr. Magoo.

Information passes into my ears and drops into the abyss of my brain, never to be seen again. Names, dates, appointments, life events — both trivial and monumental — are lost to me.