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THE MEMORY

“Today I recalled small pleasures, seeing a familiar name in a newspaper.

Eating sour candy.

The cup soaked in soda at the end of a movie visit, and my sore tongue eating popcorn kernels stayed with me between my teeth.

What a great result. Just like the movies they stage for me.

One of my favorites said I was one of the “sons of Karl Marx and Coca Cola”. I’m not sure what that meant, but I never want to forget it again. The characters burned so fast that only cigarette butts remained.

We held hands. Children were conceived in that cinema and adults went back.

Someone gave me a light.”