"You like the mind to be a neat machine, equipped to work efficiently, if narrowly,
and with no extra bits or useless parts.
I like the mind to be a dustbin of scraps of brilliant fabric,
odd gems, worthless but fascinating curiosities,
tinsel, quaint bits of carving, and a reasonable amount of healthy dirt.
"Shake the machine and it goes out of order;
shake the dustbin and it adjusts itself beautifully to its new position."
— Robertson Davies, Tempest Tost
At some point every writer finds themselves obliged to deal with one of the classic themes of literature: amnesia.
Here, then, is my contribution to the vast trove of amnesia-based fiction.
It is not, strictly speaking, a sequel to The Night I Escaped From the Zoo, but it does occur in the same location, two years later, and grapples with some of the same events that happened back then.
I hope you enjoy it.
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