Day 19. I can’t wait for the drum roll when the end is near. Oh the discipline! But rather than hemming and hawing, let’s just get on to business shall we? What I like about Robert Brewer’s prompts are their simple open-endednes, so it’s entirely open to interpretation. Memory is a bit like that. It’s open to interpretation so one person’s memory of the same thing is different from another’s. This is called subjectivity. It’s my favorite thing about literature. It calls to question memory itself. Is memory a fiction of the self? The self must be made up of memories for it to remember itself. What do you remember? Oh right, Robert’s prompt is to write a memory poem.