I have a new thing (one of those cross-genre beasts) in Tarpaulin Sky called “Anamnesis.” The word is pretty great in terms of narrative. In ancient Greece, there was this idea that we were all born with knowledge inside ourselves. Learning was a process of uncovering that existing knowledge; it was an anamnesis, a recollection. These days, the word also means “patient history.” I love this idea of stories stored inside the body and eventually, because of some rupture, of stories spilling out.
This whole issue is really beautiful and weird. You can read it (and you should) in its entirety right here.