Reality Check
You think it’s that easy. You flip the page, aim your tiny pen into the limitless white void and expect to produce volumes of rewritten history.
Right there, in the beginning- in the dark stains left by the quiet conversation between you and your coffee cup- it hits you.
There’s no way around this. Things will be as they are. Embelllish it or live it down but nothing- not even the images blanched by the warm haze of your memory- can ever be changed.
