kinyvontrashcan

Memory is by far the most fascinating ordeal. It is a whole another world inside of our minds. Its like a child wanting to please us. Other times, its like a devil. The deconstruction of events eventually leads to the reconstruction of details that change up the entire scenario. It fabricates information and deceives us. But from what philosophy - I dont know - we are taught to trust ourselves - our senses, our desires, our instincts.



Peak-a-boo! Its 2pm and Ive only just managed to find a clean shirt and leave my bedroom. Thats enough sun for one day, methinks.