Tiny Librarians


It’s a strange feeling when we try to remember something we know is in our heads but can’t quite seem to find. How do we know it’s even there? And since we — the conscious we — don’t know how we know it’s there, what part of ourselves does? There are tiny librarians running around inside our heads, apparently, climbing ladders and searching dusty shelves, finding words that unmask who we are.

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