There is memory. There is you.
There is no method to ascertain that both will match up to truth. I mean neither.
I often wonder, is there a "you" without memory? Is there a memory, where I can contain all of you? I truly think about this as a whirl a glass of whiskey. Are you the real one? Or is your memory the real version (OG as the IG generation would say)?
I have real deep conversations with the memory of you. The whiskey whirls and the songs swirl.
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