:act two:
~/ DANIELLE TURNER /~
The crowd of people around me bubbles and blurs away, and I am all on my own.
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It is almost illusory how it is so, how perception is not always reality, how reality is not always the same as what we perceive.
To a degree, it seems that what we know to be 'reality' is but a reflection of our own intentions, biases, emotions and desires.
Which brings me to my memoirs.
Lately, I have been coming up short of things to remember. And the book is still so empty. Before yesterday, I did not even have five entries but that is where my memory just stops short.
Five.
Yesterday, I was conducting a judgement on myself and I thought, but I only have four things of which to judge myself by. I thought, 'where is the rest?'
That is what nudged me deeper into introspection; and pondering long on how far I could trust myself, I wrote another memoir.
That one was different.
That one was not 'I', but 'she', and I just don't know why.
It felt natural.
As an experiment, I altered the dialect of two existing memoirs to 'she' and left three as they were.
I thought, how strange of me to separate myself from the narrative, to say 'Mrs Turner did this' in my own biography.
I thought, 'why?'
Although, third-person or first, reality or perceived reality, the facts stand.
This book of memoirs is the truth.
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end, the thought in the auditorium.
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