A few days ago, I watched The Life of Chuck. It’s a truly unusual film, especially considering it’s based on a Stephen King story. Tom Hiddleston’s dance scene may be what sticks with you, but Mark Hamill as the grandfather is every bit as brilliant. I bought the book right after seeing the film.
The book is just as unusual. It’s only a short story, told in reverse. Stephen King. 128 Great Pages! Thanks, Stephen!1
And there’s one question that keeps rattling around in my head: recently, in the twentieth and final part of my account of my surgery, I wrote about borrowed memories, about that gap in my life. If I have no memories of that time, what were the multitudes in my head doing? Was everything simply frozen? Did it all just wait until I was back?
For now, all I know is that I have a very strong contender in mind for the magic moment this world exists for.
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You’ll have to read the book to understand why I’m being so over the top here. ↩