degrees of freedom

a brief reflection on what worries me most about forgetting and its implications on what's remembered

As it happens, I’ve been orbiting the same issue since June—though perhaps it was most apparent in September. When I was wading through a creek mourning the elements missing from my childhood recollections of it (the ducks, the sense of delirium, the distant tripping of stones against the water) only to find upon revisiting several weeks later that ever…