There is a fiction between reality and memory, where the truth blurs and becomes something you see out of the corner of your eye. You tilt your head and it is gone and the only evidence of it ever having been there is in your mind.
Memories, for me at least, are like snapshots. A single moment in time frozen in my head, where every detail is clear and lucid and if i close my eyes and concentrate I can almost feel what I was feeling then, and I can be there. Before and after that moment is lost though. Blown away and if u reach out for it, it is like reaching for sunlight.
Sometimes they are like skeins of wool, tangled up and knotted. U cant quite remember and it is like tugging on a knot. the more you pull at it, the farther away the memory gets. It comes to you sometimes, that lost memory, in that time between sleep and wakefulness, when your dreams are mixed up and troubled. You wake up, reaching for it, and for a minute or an hour, u remember. But it fades away soon enough and u are back. Square one.
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