They have photographed the brain
and here is the picture, it is full of
branches as I always suspected,
each time you arrive the electricity
of seeing you is a huge
tree lumbering through my skull, the
Margaret Atwood, “I was reading a scientific article,” from The Animals in that Country (via folkmessiah)
agooduniverse next family tat? We each get a different character? Dad can be Wario, Alex is bowser (for simply being misunderstood, a softy on the inside), mom is one of those gigantic bullets or the flail on the leash, you can have your pick though I believe it would either be the overconfident Mario or the the blue turtle (more so for its unrelenting shell) and I’d be Boo (having nothing to do with my being scary but more to do with my having become the phantom of the family)? Whaddya say?
The biggest lie of human memory is that it feels true. Although our recollections seem like literal snapshots of the past, they’re actually deeply flawed reconstructions, a set of stories constantly undergoing rewrites.
Jonah Lehrer, from “When Memory Commits an Injustice,” The Wall Street Journal (13 April 2012)