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							- author: Jack Shedd
 
- content: 'But I want no part in [photographs]. I don''t want to stare at some photo
 
-   of me at 21 when I''m 50 and contemplate everything I was, or could have been. I
 
-   don''t want to have to drown in partial truths, grasping at a falling memory to
 
-   paint in details. I''d rather either remember, or not. Rather know, or forget. I''d
 
-   rather be able to molt my life as it goes, letting the useless bits drop away as
 
-   the important becomes more dear.
 
-   When I reach backwards into my life, I want to know what I find to have been defining.
 
-   To have been something I couldn''t shake, couldn''t let go of. I want to forget
 
-   the pointless birthday parties, and the group shots at the bars where so-and-so
 
-   is making that face she makes, and I''m half-drunk, and look that''s what''s his
 
-   face that guy who dated whoever that is. I want to reach and find the things I couldn''t
 
-   photograph: the moments I knew, the moments we forgot; the street sign all lit up
 
-   with sun as our car drove towards home; the view of the skyline when I left; the
 
-   dodge balls as they barreled towards me; the way it felt to run in the rain, drunk
 
-   and mad, screeching towards the bar like a five-year old on a sugar high.
 
-   I''d rather be able to forget, so that I can remember.'
 
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