Recurrence -- coming again to a place already seen -- takes on a powerful and unexpected significance in Michael Joyce's afternoon, a story.
afternoon begins with a narrator, trying to remember (but not, it seems, trying hard):
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I try to recall winter. «As if it were yesterday?», she says, but I do not signify one way or another. |
-- Michael Joyce, afternoon, a story, Eastgate Systems, 1990
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