Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. "Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay." For more information please reread.
Thursday, 19 October 2017
Memory Chemicals (1979)
Just as Scarfolk Council demanded control over cultural memories and the historical narrative taught in schools, it also wanted to control individuals' memories.
To ensure a docile, compliant populace, Scarfolk promoted the idea of clumsy townsfolk forever stumbling into situations and seeing and hearing things they shouldn't, and proposed that measures be taken so that citizens only retained information that reflected the official party line at any given time.
Building on the success of the Black Spot Card campaign, potent, neurotoxic chemicals (and, in some cases, a steel truncheon) were employed, according to one leaflet, to: "cleanse unnecessary or redundant memories, so as to unclutter the mind".
The campaign and treatments were so effective that some people became inexplicably afraid not only to go outside but also to go into rooms in their own homes in case they saw or overheard something forbidden.
Those who could still manage to venture into rooms immediately forgot why they were there and, following a deluge of confused calls to the authorities, they had to be reminded that they had forgotten, and should now forget that they had remembered that they had forgotten.
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I can't remember why I came here...
ReplyDeleteYes likewise for myself
DeleteThose memory chemicals weren't that effective......did I write this ?
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for that. I thought it was age-related.
ReplyDeleteThis would explain a lot...
ReplyDeleteDear Scarfunkle, I've remembered seeing you having it away with that goat on my kitchen counter. Send more drugs please, or I'll tell your wife, the high court judge.
ReplyDeleteDon't
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I've forgotten something
ReplyDeleteBest not to think about it dear,Or anything else for that matter!That sort of nasty old unsanctioned insurgent grey cell activity only leads to trouble.
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