Do the whirlwind

Your voice made me cry. 

alvargrav:

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.