Imagine that for an unknown reason you have begun to rapidly loose your memory. You now no longer know what month it is, say, or what type of car you drive or the seasons or the food in your refrigerator or the names of the flowers. Quickly, quickly your memory freezes - a tiny perfect iceberg, all memories frozen, locked. Your family. Your sex. Your name - all of it: turned into a silent ice block. You are free of memory: You now look at the world with the eyes of an embryo, not knowing, only seeing and only hearing. Then suddenly the ice melts, your memory begins returning. The ice is in a pond - it thaws and the water warms and the water lilies grow from your memories and fish swim within them. You are you.
- Douglas Coupland - Girlfriend in a Coma
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