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This morning Narcisa started in with a symphony of tortured genius:

“You know, I was born in the middle of all the machines making so much noise and confusion. Motors and drills and saws… And then I go to live in the middle of nature. Right by a waterfall, wind in the trees
and rain, birds singing…”

She started telling me all her life story, again, detail by detail, the people, places and events of her childhood and adolescence, all the multi-colored, flavored details and happenings she remembered so sharply with her uncanny super-sensitive photographic memory, describing each thing in such an avalanche of minutia that I marveled at what a paranormal genius mutant she would be if she hadn’t spent
the last decade - over half her life on earth -dedicated to erasing so many of those memories. Systematically killing off many brain cells as fast as she could, ingesting as much of the most harmful drugs she could get her hands on. Sometimes you just gotta wonder…

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.