1. Your voice made me cry. 


    Once upon a time I was sixteen.

    Who can really separate fact from fiction when it comes to memories of past events?

    And an even more important question: why should you?

    What constitutes reality anyway? With each passing measurement of time the stories become more and more diffuse.

    There is a blending of fact and fiction once you become certain that you’ve lost something.

    Fumbling after whatever it was you had and saw and felt, you recreate it but it is a new thing. It is a new thing of the past.

    Something is added to a memory much later in time, acted out in a now that automatically becomes part of then - in certain places this is possible.

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