there are things you
never forget especially
things that didn’t happen the past is what we remember or pretend to remember it’s purely subjective there is no past really
just shady memories and stories we tell
ourselves
there’s no real
distinction between the true and false most things are neither most of what people say is evasion to expose the poverty within
ourselves is
a frightening possibility best
to make something up
do a little dance and
hope no-one is watching
I don’t remember
you I remember me and what I thought of you I had you pegged as a
liar but we are
all liars our
lives are one big lie and our lies are beautiful they help us perfect who
we are
don’t all lies lead
inexorably to the truth? is
there not a kernel of truth in every lie?
all stories true or false lead to the same
conclusions sometimes
lies are easier to swallow than truths the
truth can blind
but lies merely illuminate
we are all actors in our
lives we just pretend to be who we want people to
think we are as
actors each must play their part as if it were real
but
we are all of us works of fiction in this world of
monstrous truths
it’s probably just as well
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