memories are strange.
sometimes i feel that my childhood memories could be fabricated from loose thoughts or images i’ve picked up somewhere. they don’t seem solid anymore, and i guess i can’t remember when they ever did.
memories are strange things.
I’ve felt the same thing many a time. I’ve also realised that my memories are imperfect at best because my brain, by necessity, has to change them in order to understand/remember them. Mammaries are wonderful. tchau.
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Indeed. Where hath you been hiding? Are you still in OK? I’m about to head out mahself. tchau.
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