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A relic from my childhood. Long forgotten. Old memories spring forth as if hidden within the toy itself, as if they existed in no other place. What if the whole of my memory is stored solely in the material world, my mind nothing more then a reflection of events locked in the most incidental of things? How many more memories remain hidden?
However, no! The power of language also holds memories. How many stories have I conceived of, how many have I experienced. Hundreds if not thousands, and yet I cannot recollect them. But with just a word, a story will flash back. My memory is not a refraction of coincidental events. However, besides in the material world and the verbal world, is that the only place where I exist? Memories are false.
However, no! The power of language also holds memories. How many stories have I conceived of, how many have I experienced. Hundreds if not thousands, and yet I cannot recollect them. But with just a word, a story will flash back. My memory is not a refraction of coincidental events. However, besides in the material world and the verbal world, is that the only place where I exist? Memories are false.