So I was caught up in the moment, a memory, a glimpse into the workings of the mind. The lazy mind that, as far as we see fails to retain so much. Of course that's not true , we are all cameras, we load up a mega pixel record the world that goes deep into the library. It's the playback that is the problem, that and locating the images. The grey, ever bumbling information that becomes cross wired and tired out and too lazy to recount itself in any comprehensible way. The mind leaves us with jumbles and tasters, distortions and non-default versions prone to decay and exaggeration, wildly sometimes.
My version of my world and my experiences is crazily unreliable, untrustworthy, stared at through a milk bottle bottom and then scrapped in the dirt, but it is all I have. The good news is I can beef up the pleasant and dull and discolour the nasty. All by myself I can rewrite that tiny pin prick of human history I inhabit and dance, every forgetful on the head of the pin that caused the pin hole I walk across. Here am I, whoever I am, whoever you were, wherever that was. You'll have to take my word for it though.