The (eventual) persistence of memory.

When I was writing this thing about Moore’s and Gibbons’ (and Higgins’) Watchmen—specifically, the bit about Rorshcach’s origin story in the margins of Kitty Genovese’s story, or at least Harlan Ellison’s hothouse revision of the urban legend of Kitty Genovese—I was trying to remember the piece I’d read some time before that didn’t so much tell me the urban legend was wrong, I mean, that’s what everyone knows at this point, the lesson it’s always already taught, but was the first piece to show me just how wrong it was, how much it bulldozed on its way to making its ugly little point, the glimpses of her life and all those others that couldn’t be reclaimed merely by unlearning it. —I didn’t find this half-remembered piece then, so went with something else, ah well, but I can tell you now it was “Don’t Look Now,” by Angus “studentactivism” Johnson, and I’m glad I can now tuck it into the commonplace book.