Memory strikes when we least expect. I’m forced to remember events I would rather leave behind. They come out of nowhere and trip me up, usually as a commentary on my attempts to achieve something. Happily, they are brief and rarely span a complete period in my life. Therefore I was surprised when the following sequence began to uncoil in front of me. Should I contemplate it? I am no Montaigne, elucidating the complexities of human character, much less my own. I clutch at wisps of past sensation as they whirl around me, trying to spot the details before darkness…
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