Fragments of Memory
The subway in New York is a conveyor belt of strangers, a place where you can be completely alone while pressed against a hundred other bodies. Leo sat on the L train, staring at his reflection in the scratched plexiglass. He didn't recognize the man looking back. He had a condition—anterograde amnesia. Every few hours, his mind reset. He lived in a world of sticky notes and digital recordings,...
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