One is where high school studies (Max Aub)
Game nostalgia from the literary imposture. Having what is remembered never fails: the words flow alone the facts are decorated in the present. Any account of the past is only one version of reality. We make from the data that we process at our convenience, multiple possibilities. Others may corroborate, but there's a nuance that makes a difference. Telling a story involves invent, create it as he narrates. No one tells the same story the same way. Game
to nostalgia but is just that: a game. I spent over a decade engaged in a past that only I seemed to have lived. More than Survivor castaway, abandoned memories all seemed determined to forget. It took me grow and I did a blow of disappointment and loss, alien escapes that still do not understand.
Free of all charges, breathe quietly proud of having grown up. The songs do not hurt. Of not wanting to return. Not anymore.
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