Great Regulars: It was like trying to clutch at water.

I thought to call my older brother and go over some things with him. But he might well remember them differently, and then I would have to choose between his version of events and mine. I decided instead that memory is something we create and must be taken as it occurs to us and not subjected to cross-examination. It is a poem, not a chronicle.

from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: The mystery of memory is the mystery of ourselves

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