Memory itself is an internal rumour dir. by Jody Hill
I’ve just had the strangest feeling. Was looking for photos for this yoke so was searching in folders on the ‘puter and on impulse decided to look in my writing folder. Why, I don’t know, I’d never have stuck a photo there. Nevertheless I started to poke around and came across a whole chapter I didn’t really remember writing. So I read it. It is over ten thousand words. You’d think it would be in some way familiar to me. But nope. Didn’t remember writing it. Didn’t remember the characters. Didn’t remember what I’d vaguely thought might happen next.
It was only 2 years ago as well. Not as if it was way back in the mists of time.