I write a lot about filtered memories; we forget what we’ve said and done, but we never mention how things have made us feel.
Therefore, I don’t know if arguments will solve anything or if they’re just an excuse to blame other people?
Do we deconstruct sentiments so severely that they begin to change and lose meaning? It sounds like history books to me.
And again, what’s still real and relevant? Do we suddenly believe in a lie just to have something worth living for?
