The Long and the Short of Long-Term Memory Book

by Lise Bernier, based on The Long and the Short of Long-Term Memory by Cecil Castelucci.

A 5"X 7" hand-made book. Cover: museum board, Nepalese Latka paper, watercolor on Arches paper. Fly leaves: Acrylic, watercolor and ink on japanese Washi paper. Body: Grey Stonehenge paper.

This piece will be auctioned off to benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation at iafauctions.com

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Uploaded: October 31, 2009
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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “She came back and opened the door, was rather amazed that the courier was still standing there. The agent raised her arm and tazered the courier's face. Wasn't a clean shot; the stinger punctured her cheek, straight through. The courier fell back and the agent kicked the package through her apartment door, rubbing the arm brace where her tazer was attached. She then unhooked the wire, which would dissolve in about an hour. Kneeling down to the courier she said, "I warned you. It's my risk. It's my package. Why should you give a ---- if I get blown up by it? I have no family left to sue you. And you can ---- your Lord, you ----ing hear me?" She stood up and rolled the courier into the freight elevator, and pressed Down.

      She decided she needed wine before opening the package.”
      From: (*_*?) ~~~~ (-_-) : The Warp and the Woof by Alan DeNiro
    • “She paid admission. Then they walked the direction all visitors had to go, through the museum and toward doors leading out to the historic village. With its coke machine just inside the entrance, the museum seemed a harmless, well-regulated place, comforting and normal. Yet the discontent he had noticed when his feet hit the gravelly parking lot, out by the split-rail fence, still held on and was with him yet as they walked out the back door.

      He could control it even so: a trifling weight he would shrug off, somewhere, if only he could find the right place.”
      From: Stonefield by Mark Rich
    • “He was in Sanara when the debris of the dead monster began to wash ashore the next day. Broken crates, and bottles with a strange curved script on them, so different from the Europeans', and shoes. He remembers the shoes best. There had been no bodies, and he thought then that it was better that way, that the soldiers inside that metal hulk were better off left in the sea as they had lived.”
      From: Shoes by Lavie Tidhar
    • “Information is sacred. I don't remember why, or who told me. But I know that information is sacred, so I write it down, scraps of knowledge and observations. I used to write in leather-bound journals with elegant heavy pens, but my fetish for elegance has fallen by the wayside in my rush to commit everything to paper. Now I use cheap marbled composition books, purchased by the dozen. The pen is still important, though. It must write in smooth lines of black, not catch on the page. There is too much to capture.”
      From: Valentines by Shira Lipkin

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