March 10th, 2003

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An idea for a story?

In that space just before you fall asleep, I started thinking about a world in which memories could be bought and sold*.

In particular, the image of browsing in someone else's memory as if it was a bookshop, picking memories up, flicking through them, discarding some almost immediately, getting totally absorbed in others.

In some ways, the idea of opening my memories to other people like that is quite appealing to me. Intimacy, I guess. And maybe judgement?

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