Hindsight isn’t always 20-20. Not if I didn’t actually say what I remembered having said, during the rainstorm, as passive as a leaf floating in the gutter. Not if what I imagined is so much more appealing than reality. Not if it makes more sense or makes me seem less wishy-washy. * Trauma has a language of its own we are not equipped to understand. Either we cannot see it happening or we see it when it only threatens. * How different are reality and imagination anyway, when each passes through my head and leaves only traces? Recalling a memory is like telling a story anyway, only reconstruction from plausible associations.
Foibles, Faults, and Fallacies