3 Days of Things I Couldn't Remember

By débora Ewing

What did Robert Louis Stevenson write?

my name (only for about .36 of a second, but it was awkward)

the layout of hotels around Fisherman's Wharf in Monterey, CA

the names of clouds

meaning of ancillary

 Chief Seattle (looked it up but promptly forgot again)

what a catbird looks like

where I put my owl-shaped rock

how to give a fuck about my future (this one was not resolvable by internet)

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