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A slideshow of images, people I remember from primary school, people I think I remember, a strong memory of the voice of a man who called me with a wrong number some time last year. A snatch of conversation from a party somewhere. My grandfather (who died when I was 3) sitting in a red chair. The smell of unlit cigarettes. The horrible feeling of rough china beneath my fingers (that bowl my brother tormented me with by running his fingernails down). Other images, single frames, too fast to see, fading into a melange of no-sight.
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