
Jennifer Egan Reads “What the Forest Remembers”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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My Father's Consciousness
The collective consciousness wasn't a focus of early marketing for mondola, whose slogans were, recover your memories and know your knowledge. My father's consciousness seemed like more than enough, overwhelming, in fact, which may be why i began, with time, to crave other points of view. As the legal custodian of my father's consciousness, i authorized its anonymous release in full to the collective. In exchange, i am able to use date and time, latitude and longitude to search the anonymous memories of others who were present in those woods on that day in 19 65. The introduction to grass took place at the trail head, where quin passed around a small pipe, refilling
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