Bohemian NegligenceIf you could touch your memories, how would they feel? My first memory of life is blurry. A blurry red dot. A strawberry in a thicket of dark green vines and tall grass. A chalky red pastel. A cadmium paint splash. A cardinal's feather. A lipstick smear a strawberry kiss. All things red in one. I reach out to pluck the fruit but it's made of smoke and it vanishes as I touch it. It felt cool. Dewy. Tingly on the skin as if it were pressed there briefly