do you ever worry that some of the images your brain dredges up sans context -- the connections you make to something you didn't even know that you remembered, the accidental memories you spontaneously relive -- are signs your brain's actually just misfiring? That that moment of nostalgic clarity is really the feeling of a synapse sparking out?
Being clobbered by the vivid sense-memory of standing in the lobby of the Audian Theatre in Pullman, WA, just after having seen Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring is cell death. Instantly being thrust back into Calculus class, Ms Wilsey's perfume muddling with the burning of the overhead projector's bulb and the sun reflecting off that desk in the corner that no one ever sat in, is just one more neuron's flash of extinction.
Are those split-second flares a cell's good-bye?
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