Brain transplant

I was shut in my room with no way of sending postcards while my poor Macbook Air had a brain transplant. It’s come back stripped of all its memories, all words and pictures accumulated over the years are gone, all the vestiges of the world as it once was – all washed away. It is clean and fresh and empty. I hate it. Perhaps I need a brain transplant, too.

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