part 328.1 of a novel: pocket lamps

September is a month that most people live in at least once. I have lived in September twenty-four times. I do not remember every single second I’ve lived in September. I know that at some point or another I’ve had things in my pocket during the month of September, but I can not remember what those things were. I thought, maybe I had a light bulb in my pocket once in September, but I checked various record keeping systems and it turns out I’ve only had a light bulb in my pocket in October and April. There are no records of what was in my pockets for September.

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