1-4 v Lieutenants
CBm, DC1m, CG, RH, TW, AWm

Memory is a strange thing. It is arguably the most fundamental facet of human experience. Without memory there literally is no experience of experience. Like the inaudible falling tree in an observer-less forest can a system be said to exist without persistent data storage. Shit happens but if you can’t remember it happening then what’s the freaking point? And what, may you ask, is the point of stating something so obvious. We all know, from countless artist statements, that it’s all “about memory and place”. But without memory that leaves only place. I know the game was played at Brunswick Secondary College. A few breadcrumbs left on Amazon’s web servers point to the fact that we played The Lieutenants. Those same AWS servers would also, however, point towards two other contradictory crumbs of data. a) That we also played the Lieutenants last week and b) that we in fact played another team, Gabriel 5. So where does this leave us, which is it? In days of yore one would have turned to ones onboard neurochemical storage system. But alas, it is weak. Through a combination of manual cognitive overrides in late adolescence, voluntary middle aged recall outsourcing and basic mental laziness, there is nothing there… ah well.