Noga Sklar

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Back to the Future
Noga Sklar

Back in the ugly days when my mother was barely entering her long battle with alzheimer’s disease (no capitals, please), I was stunned to discover that, while she was telling a lot of invented stories, all of them were negative. I wondered why. If she seemed to be reinventing her life, why wouldn’t she make it better than it really has been? She made a point of affirming that I hated her, that my brother and I hated each other; I even have a subtle remembrance that she said bad things about her marriage to my father, which I always believed had been perfect (let’s face it, some things are better off if we can forget them, and I prefer to let the memory of my father as a great man untouched, may he rest in peace).
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Our whole lives, including my own, are so heavily based upon these technological advances that there’s no way we can turn it around, or dismiss them. At any rate, why would we? It is human nature that is intrinsically bad: Look around and see how we always find a way to ruin everything we have or create, and my mother’s sick mind is only a perfect example of this tendency. Okay, maybe I’m having a bad …show more content…
They are just ill-informed, I guess, because there’s no way you can get hold of a complex series of events five seconds after they happened. As far as I know, or was informed of, there is a kind of competition online as to who tweets or retweets first, no matter how wrong they are (a very simple and meaningless example is how they announced at first that 50 people had died in the Orlando attack, when in fact there were only 49 dead). As you know, “when in a hurry, you always eat raw” — ah, okay, another Brazilian saying that makes no sense in America, better translated by Babylon as “the fools rush