a flimsy curtain.

tequila time
oh, hi.

*crickets chirping*

this past weekend was too full of living life to include time to reflect on and write about life.
my only regret is the lack of photographic evidence.
but shouldn't my memory be enough?
what about the evidence that our human memory is incredibly unreliable?
how does that impact how we see ourselves when we reflect back on our life events?

"a flimsy curtain separates memory from imagination." elizabeth loftus

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