Saturday, November 26, 2011

Hell, maybe all of my conscious memory is false.




I keep hanging onto the summer of 1989 as the divergence point between my true past and my artificial memories for beyond that point, but hell, if my memory of my personal activities in the year 1994, for example, can be so profoundly different from my true activities in the year 1994 then I have wonder if my memory of my personal activities in the year 1984, also for example, can also be drastically different from my true reality and other than the artificial reality that was created in my mind at some point.