Recursion

by Blake Crouch

HOTEL MEMORY

Oh come on now. Thats like the hamburgeler living in a hotel called Hotel Hamburger

he thinks perhaps there’s a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases.

!!!!

“Time is an illusion, a construct made out of human memory. There’s no such thing as the past, the present, or the future. It’s all happening now.”

And he wonders—is déjà vu actually the specter of false timelines that never happened but did, casting their shadows upon reality?

“You want to talk about destructive? How about being locked in our little fishbowls, in this joke of an existence imposed on us by the limits of our primate senses? Life is suffering.

Real Reddit mod, this man

She is forty-nine, and she wonders if this is what feeling old really means—not just a physical deterioration, but an interpersonal. A growing silence caused by the people you most love, who have shaped you and defined your world, going on ahead into whatever comes after.

looking in horror at Trump Tower, which is billowing clouds of smoke and flame.

Hell yeah, brother

Trump Tower.

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