Memories of Tall Buildings I used to know
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Memories play tricks on us. We recall an event. We believe it to be exactly as the memory tells us it was. But it almost never is. Our memory forgets. confuses and then repaints in something else. It fools us. This is part of a series of works trying to recall random buildings. Maybe I am being unfair on memory, maybe it rebuilds it how I wished it had been. Maybe the memory improves the experience?