“A Million Little Pieces” (prose)

A Million Little Pieces*

There’s no such thing as a “true” story. We—every one of us–fictionalize our lives. Everything is recorded through our senses and, as a result, our perceptions are highly subjective. My recollection of an event will differ sharply from that of other observers. The studies they’ve done on memory. False memories. Altered memories. Missing memory. Nothing we see is factual, everything is processed and interpreted by minds riddled with biases and preconceptions and false conjectures. Memories aren’t tactile but they are elastic. They’re comforting—or terrifying. Or sexy. But each one has been altered in a fundamental way. Edited by time, emotions and physiology. Like film, memory flickers, flutters, grows brittle and, eventually, breaks. Then the burning light.

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  • This tale appears in Stromata: Prose Works (1992-2011) by Cliff Burns; Black Dog Press; 2012
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About Cliff Burns

I'm a literary writer, specializing in slipstream/ alternative/surreal/science fiction. My influences include Philip K. Dick, Harlan Ellison, Samuel Beckett, Jorge Luis Borges, David Cronenberg, Rene Magritte, any artist who defies convention and busts open genres, attacking the status quo.
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