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A retroactive reconstruction of whats forgotten forms what’s real. We rob and steal past transgressions, but what happens when the mechanisms making memories twist elegantly toward the ego?
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
The Forensic Feel
A retroactive reconstruction of whats forgotten forms what’s real. We rob and steal past transgressions, but what happens when the mechanisms making memories twist elegantly toward the ego?
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Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
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