The second time I got fired.

The thing about memory is that it can be so tricky, as we know. It rewrites itself in mysterious ways. In the wormholes. And every so often I set off on another internal investigation, only to discover that I am, yet again, wrong about so many things. That second time...

Wormholes in memory.

Note: I am on my emergency vacation. This is a piece I wrote a few months ago and never did anything with. Waiting for the right window, I guess. Maybe it’s today. Sometimes I think there are wormholes in memory. Back doors. The other day I had a flash of...
The Fluent Self