#fiftywords -- memory
I really enjoyed crafting a #fiftywords story last week, so I'm doing it again. It's a great exercise that forces you to squeeze the most meaning out of each word, which is tough for someone as verbose as me. This week's entry is on memory.
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I remember well the moment I learned about memory: how the brain, unreliable narrator, dearest auteur, slinks undetected, indefatigably rewriting our most cherished memories with each recollection. I pondered the chasm between memory and mind, memory and mine. What of me does it keep? What of me do I believe?
Interesting entry, to poke fun at the cranium in this prompt was a funny aspect. But then it tries to humour auto-analysis (self-analysis) and I found it funny that it tries to question itself. But it cannot explain what literally is happening because it cannot fathom the operation it does. All it can do is grasp at semblances and self-ridicule itself in the meanwhile, which only hinders its own self-inquiry. Hue, it thinks itself sepreable from the mind but hath yet to realize that the mind is one part of the whole (and further the whole is more than the sum of its parts; yet that for another tome). Ho! Good entry.
Very valid questions.I read once about false memories, not only imposed by torture or traumatic experiences but also by people's inability to deal with the truth.
We can't trust even our only natural recording device :)
Nice. It's so true that our memories are unreliable. We remember selectively, sort those memories, re-imagine them, and cannot maintain them in their pristine state over time.
By the way, I nearly missed your story. Be sure to add the link to the prompt post! Fortunately, I found it by searching the tag.
Oops. Thanks for searching!