I am not the person I’m remembering.
At least, I’m not sure I am.
I’m
remembering things, but I don’t
remember them happening to me.
I
don’t think I actually experienced
them.
I’m trying to understand what’s
going on.
I have these strange
thoughts, I don’t know where they
come from.
Like I remember these, but I don’t
remember seeing them before.
Being
there.