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the memory of stars,

of estrangement, the lungs

pumping with air

how I take & take

what I cannot give back

Aracelis Girmay, from “First Estrangement”, The Black Maria


The truth is: I remember everything that happened, everything that did not happen, everything that might have. — Alison Stine, from “Firewheel,” Superstition Review (no. 22, Fall 2018)


Patricia Cronin, Memorial To A Marriage, 2002


The feeling of remembering everything at once is a lot like getting nailed by a water balloon. You’re soaked through in a second, but it takes a minute to realize what’s happened, how you should feel about it. Who deserves your revenge.

¡Cuidado! ¡Que Viene El Coco! by Carlos Hernandez


Despite this concealment, I’m more candid with him than with anyone else in my life. It feels reckless and wonderful, as if pouring out the details of my past intimacies to him might make them new again. I wonder sometimes if he is as hypnotized by these stories of my unspectacular human life as I was by his tale telling at the baul mela. If this is what he craves—the memories of an unremarkable man.

The Devourers by Indra Das


She looked up suddenly, half-shy, half-defiant. “Do you know what it’s like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue and can’t remember it?”

The Duelist did, having learned and forgotten three languages before the one she spoke now.

“Well, it’s not a word precisely,” said the young woman.

“Is it a song?”

She shook her head. “It’s a life.”

The Briar and the Rose by Marjorie Liu


She looked exactly the same as I remembered, but I still wouldn’t have recognized her if I’d passed her on the street. So much was different—the line of her back, the timbre of her voice. She commanded attention, respect, authority. You’d never believe that she’d cried for hours over a squashed frog in our parents’ backyard. I couldn’t connect the woman I was seeing with the girl I’d been so angry at for so long.

Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey


Day #1 Memories

"Even though we lose those dear to us their never lost, for they live in our memories..."

First prompt for Angstober. :'))) Twain's face is a mess here, ink went all over and I got the wrong size of pen to share it, ugh.


Yes, with every second, you become more like me. Soon the drums will only remind you of the heart you once had. Every beat you miss, every chill that touches you is a sign of the darkness folding over you. One day, it will take you away from all that you know and cherish: your memories, your face, your name. Not even your enchanter will love you when you wake as a demon.

Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim


“There’s no greater curse than memory,” he said finally. He closed his eyes and tried to recollect himself, the tattoo on his face mourning with him. “Tragedies happen once, memories relive them eternally. You understand that, don’t you? You have floundered in loss.”

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal


People are made of stories. Our memories are not the impartial accumulation of every second we’ve lived; they’re the narrative that we assembled out of selected moments.

The Truth of Fact, the Truth of Feeling by Ted Chiang


I hated the demon for twisting my precious memories of them, and for reopening a wound I had struggled so hard to close.

Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim


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The memory never leaves you, the expectation of return, corners of your lonely heart that cannot be illuminated, no matter how fiercely you may love.

The Dying of the Light by Robert Goolrick

Sleeping, I drink in and drown in memories, the last memories of the last survivor of a long-dead race. I awake still dreaming, the smell of pine pitch and rustlings of birds and trees lingering in the tendrils of those long-lost territories.

Bright Crown of Joy by Livia Llewellyn


Fatima Ghazala remembers her dark days, remembers the time when the city died and echoes were all that was left. Echoes of footsteps, people, and peace. “It hurts, so you cry. You miss them, so you cry. You scream. Sometimes you bleed,” she says to the Qareen, her voice a whisper. “You do not give in to the grief. You never give in to the grief. Doing so shames both you and your dead.”

The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad


She sits up gingerly, conscious of a bone-deep weariness and the now-familiar remnants of the nightmare that are the memories stored in her fire.

The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad


Whenever I think of Annika, my mind returns to the way we left things and the same unanswered question. It’s like a pebble in my shoe, uncomfortable but not unbearable. But it’s always there.

The Girl He Used to Know by Tracey Garvis Graves


Without speaking, with the words and images put straight into my head, he explained all about food to me. How food was his medium, how the Devil had all the best recipes. In an instant he had placed the whole history of cooking in my mind. The whole philosophy of it. How each meal is a gift and a covenant and an expression. How dead flesh is resurrected and how the flesh is transcended and becomes the purest communicable joy. About mouths and tongues and minds and memories.

The Devil Aspect by Craig Russell

Video Game Consoles

So kinda going over with some video game history. Even though I'm sure this isn't something anyone would care about it is something I feel like writing.

My very first console was a Super Nintendo. It didn't exactly belong to me but was more of a family system. Though I was the one who probably played it the most. Somewhere along the lines after my parents split I did eventually gotten my own.

Forgot what year it was but I've also got a Sega Genesis. It was nice. Most of the games I got for it were Disney games and a few Sonic games. The console ended up disappearing along with my small collection of games. I assumed the son of one of moms boyfriends took it. He was a bit of a d-bag.

Christmas of 1999 I got a Nintendo 64. Up until I got my PlayStation a few years later I would play on it sometimes.

I think I got my first PlayStation in 2002. Mostly had Spyro and Tomb Raider games. But there were two games I loved. One called Evil Zone, and one InuYasha game. Evil Zone was more or less an anime-styled fighting game. Got Final Fantasy VII probably in 2004. It was shortly after the DVD release of Spirits Within. I was lucky to find it when I did but there was a time getting a copy of Final Fantasy VII would become difficult.

A little bit before the PlayStation I was given a Gameboy Color with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. Both disappeared probably stolen by the same person who stole my Sega Genesis. He did, however, sell off this GBA to my mom thinking he'd get a better one as a Christmas gift which at the time would be a GBASP. Funny thing is that he didn't get it and was demanding it back. But of corse, I didn't give it back. I'd get an SP later on when lighting became an issue when trying to play Final Fantasy IV.

2005 I'm given a PlayStation 2 as a gift with a copy of Final Fantasy X-2. The first two games I would get for it would be Final Fantasy X and Kingdom Hearts. Two games I've really been itching to play.

I'd eventually get a Nintendo DS by bringing in a lot of trade-ins to GameStop. It was during a time to where they still sold and took used DVDs. Most of what I took in was DVD sets neither I or mom wanted anymore. I managed to bring in enough to be able to buy an old DS [orginal blue] with one game which would be Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney.

When I eventually updated to a 3DS, later on, I gave the old DS to mom. When I updated again to a New 2DS the old 3DS went to an aunt.

2008 and my PlayStation 2 broke in an accident. I'm of course sad about it. But I do eventually buy a PlayStation 3 since I was able to buy one. A little later I buy a Wii.

This year for my B-day I got the PlayStation 4 as a gift. I still have the old Ps3. It still works for being an old model. One theory as to why it still works well was because I replaced its original hard drive to one with more memory. It was a 60 GB system and the hard drive I put into it was probably 250 GB.

Oh, and I had a PSP at one point. When it broke I got a Vita. Vita went missing.


When the pieces fell, they fell like snow, one after another after another after another, gone, until I stood in a blizzard made from the pieces of our past. And while I could see his footprints, tracks clearly visible in the fallen heap of memories, I couldn’t follow them, couldn’t find him.

Reflected by Kat Howard

Youtube Link I just can't get enough of this song lately


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