What if memory is a prison? When we think back, we are constantly tripping over our own perception of the truth and circling around what was. What if we are constantly trying to unlock a door that did not exist in the first place? The truth and memory are on two parallel roads. If they intersect it is a miracle. And maybe we don’t want them to.
(A note here about what’s below. I know this is a TV blog but you’ll forgive me for a moment while I discuss a podcast).