{"id":8,"name":"Marley Roberson","url":"","description":"When days leave you they roll off in a way hard to catch, hard not to let them drawl away.  I find myself wondering if i have ever lived without that static in the background of my mind where memory lapse has no time scale or visual screen.  So, to combat the delusion that my memory has no eyes, i write.  I write more or less to prove to myself that my mind can speak, my memory can video tape, and my hands have more purpose than just picking things up that I never hold too long.","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/author\/marley-roberson\/","slug":"marley-roberson","avatar_urls":{"24":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/bdfe5c51341d36223b39da47bbfbdc76?s=24&d=identicon&r=g","48":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/bdfe5c51341d36223b39da47bbfbdc76?s=48&d=identicon&r=g","96":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/bdfe5c51341d36223b39da47bbfbdc76?s=96&d=identicon&r=g"},"meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users"}]}}