I am the story I tell. I tell to fill a space. Each time that space is different. That space is what takes place. Memories are what’s left when what takes place decays. Their structure is different from that part of me that falls apart. The latter is coarse and bears visible remains of what actually took place. Completely moist memories, however, have a spongy, almost jelly-like appearance and a characteristic dark hue.
A large portion of me decomposes into something inert. A fraction does not and is blunted instead into sequences. These sequences share parts. This makes them resistant to the action of organised entities, and therefore more stable.
I can be blunted either naturally or artificially. I am generally dulled by what feeds on the part of me that decays. The remains, including those that have been ingested and excreted, contain aggregates. Some gradually decompose over several years, while others persist till the end. The memories that persist are protected from decomposition because they are hidden inside the pieces of what I am now.
"I" am not an extension of one but a sequence of many. The "we" I am is an assemblage of memories with jointed appendages and one pair of echoes per segment. The number of echoes may vary, but the number of pairs is always odd. Each pair of echoes is slightly longer than the pair immediately in front so that they do not collide or overlap. In some cases, the first pair will point backwards, producing a disc-like structure with a central pore. This organ senses vibrations in time. The last segment is usually small and echoless. It bears a terminal and a crevice for spawning.
Sometimes, a memory will prey on another. The memory that is preyed upon is pinned down and masticated until none of it remains. As it is consumed, it finally sees it is a part of a whole. The pain it endures gives it clarity and focus, providing relief from an otherwise convulsive and dwindling state. When the light starts to flicker, only one will remain. Which one will that be?
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