TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED.
I want to tell you everything, but where do I start? Do I pick up where I left off? The first thing that I can remember?
There is so much to say, and so much of it is irrelevant, but if I leave something out you might miss some context. Everything is context. I would have to tell you everything in order for you to see the whole picture, but that task is impossible because even I do not know everything despite it happening to me.
I want to tell you everything that happened. I don’t want to leave a detail out of it. The details are important. It is where the devil resides. If I discard in my retelling an expression on a face or the funny thing someone said in response to a question I might unintentionally mislead you.
Memory is faulty. Mine, yours, everyone’s. Memory contorts and distorts with every passing moment, and we can only take in so much. Even if I were to only give you my perspective, it will always be skewed in one way or another depending on the mood I’m in, how much consideration I’ve since made, among other factors.
I can try to tell you as much as I am able but it wouldn’t be the full truth. The full truth is everything that has ever happened to everybody and everything for as long as memories have been recorded. Every second and every breath, every thought had and every thought dismissed. It is all connected.
Hey folks, I have a newly rewritten piece up at Neutral Spaces called A CLASSIC L.A. STORY and last week I was interviewed for Vol. 1 Brooklyn by Brian Allen Ellis. Please check em out and let me know what you think!