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“Our memory fragments don’t have any coherence until they’re imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.” ~ Siri Hustvedt, from The Sorrows of an American
“I don’t know what map I misread, its roads now slipped into dust, what cul-de-sacs and one-way streets could have brought me to this, my life driven as if through fog int…