Content note: this piece contains references to death and the COVID-19 pandemic. I pour myself a cup of coffee in a red mug from the place they started taking me when I was a baby. I pour myself a cup of coffee from the place with the hill where I ran, tumbled, and lost my ice-creamContinue reading “Red Mug”
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Dissolve Into Memory
Memories flash before me. Memories flash within me. I am made of memory. Memories fading. Memories distorting. Memories interpreting. Interpreting memory. I am made of interpreted memories. There’s little truth to be found here. There’s little to go on. It’s disparate. It’s in pieces. Identity is memory. Identity is in pieces. Identity is meaningless. MemoryContinue reading “Dissolve Into Memory”
Sage Pantony 