I know, through two or three different friends, of a man who lost his memory. He's an actor, which explains how we all know each other. A few months back he hit his head and lost 3 or 4 years. At first no one believed him, but after a while it became clear this was so.
Anyway, I'm about to go look at, and likely buy, his beater car. He can't drive for a while, and is happy to send it to another member of the theatre community.
This whole thing feels like something out of Chekhov.
What does it mean, to be driving the car of the man with no memory?
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