It’s funny, isn’t it? The things you remember, and the things you forget

Memory is a strange thing. It is unreliable, malleable, hauntingly transient, and yet we allow it to shape our present lives.

We cannot be sure if it is real or if it is not, if what we remember is a forensic examination of the past or a mere interpretation of events that suits our own means.

I had two boiled eggs for my breakfast this morning.