Can a person's memory be broken? Mine is. I can see pieces of the past. Glimpses of events I can't recall are scattered around my head like scraps of paper torn from the story of me. I don't know how they got that way. It's as if they slipped from my fingers into a gust of wind and blew into a tunnel cloud. The broken recollections seem impossible to reclaim and even harder to tape back together. But I have ...Täielik kirjeldus
Can a person's memory be broken? Mine is. I can see pieces of the past. Glimpses of events I can't recall are scattered around my head like scraps of paper torn from the story of me. I don't know how they got that way. It's as if they slipped from my fingers into a gust of wind and blew into a tunnel cloud. The broken recollections seem impossible to reclaim and even harder to tape back together. But I have to try. Trapped inside my head is the way to save us all.