“It’s as if I am wearing hand-me-down memories from a life that doesn’t fit quite right. They were a gift, so squeeze into them. I experience that familiar itch of frustration as I struggle to name the girl in the photo. Imagine the anguish felt by having your very own existence on the tip of your tongue.”

“It’s as if I am wearing hand-me-down memories from a life that doesn’t fit quite right. They were a gift, so squeeze into them. I experience that familiar itch of frustration as I struggle to name the girl in the photo. Imagine the anguish felt by having your very own existence on the tip of your tongue.”

— Alicia Cook