A Conversation with Karma Brown
“For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.”
—Elie Wiesel, Night
I have a complicated relationship with my memory.
Most of us, me included, believe our memories are fairly accurate. That events happened the way we remembered them, like a video camera capturing a scene: hit the play button and you’ll see the same images, the same order of events, unfold before your eyes. The quality as good as it was the first time the scene was captured.
But apparently that isn’t at all how it works.
Like the bike I got when I turned eight, with the rainbow handlebar tassels I’d been coveting, and the tinny bell I insisted on ringing incessantly as I