[“…people create their own memories, putting together pieces of old texts, of faded images, of words whose meaning is lost.” – Franco ‘Bifo’ Bernardi]
I stitched my own memory together from rags of the past. Some of the bits didn’t fit. I tried to donate these to other people, but they wouldn’t take them. Sometimes, they say I made all this stuff up. And then I say to them, “so what? I made you up, didn’t I?”
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