I might be a little obsessed with the Mandela Effect. My husband doesn't experience the phenomenon which I accept. But it's incredibly frustrating trying to convince him that what's going on is something other than a shitty memory or the edges of insanity. Especially when all the evidence supports his version of reality, not mine. … Continue reading mandela effect: australia
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an ode to forgetting
The panic comes unbidden, triggered by random things: lightbulbs flickering, a stalling engine, the memory of a dream no longer achievable. It grabs at my chest with a cold hum then creeps outward. Its icy hands squeeze my lungs, quicken my breath. It drains the body of all soft things, empties the bone of marrow, … Continue reading an ode to forgetting
