in the anachronism of my thoughts, lies the immense will of those lost years, wasted to youth but wished to be relieved. in the anachronism of my thoughts, lies the will of writing a book in a parallel life, where i'm the protagonist of my life but i'm not anachronic anymore, i'm in the right place, right time...
...New York 1972...
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This story isn't about trauma or some horrific near death experience that changed my beliefs. This is about how I lost my memory and was left to rot in a world of liars and love.