We have but one memory
everyday this is stored or retrieved, stoned or recalled.
We have but one memory ever, recall of our long and single being.
This solitary complex recall, wholly present in-all-in-all and yet
the forgetting is beguiling.
If there is a solitary memory, complete and available, distributed over all the remembering connections; so there is a single opportunity to forget. The pressing need of the day-to-day-to-day seems to be one of disconnect.
We have but one memory and in our multiplicity chase it down so we many turn off connection after connection after connection.
yet every storing and every storage and every rupture and each dangling line
every memory made to narrative
plunges on for the wise.
The one memory is ancient and not ours. Sometimes we resent this, and our scissors and switches are pushed toward fury and fragment. This is to say; this little mess will be ours, and not that.
And yet the calculation
of a single memory
need not be so