Imagery: synthetic
A publication about memory, attention, and the lives we leave behind in data.
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The garden where I learned to ride a bike no longer exists
"On a hill above the town there was a garden my grandmother kept for forty years. I learned to ride a bike there, between the runner beans and the rhubarb. The garden is a Lidl now."
What memory does when nobody is watching
"There is a particular silence to the way memory works in the middle of the day, when you aren't trying to remember anything and aren't being asked to. Most of what you'll keep is built in that silence."
A Thursday in Reykjavík
"I woke at 9:14 to a sky that hadn't yet decided to be sky. The light here in January refuses to commit. You spend the morning in a kind of dusk that doesn't know which way it's going."
Three Sundays
"I waited for him at the Markthalle on the first one and he didn't come. On the second one he came and I wasn't there. The third one we never planned and somehow both arrived at the same café within an hour of each other."
Retrography publishes Days (fiction), Letters (from contributors), and Notes (essays). Edited by Ren. Published by 2amLabs. About →