Lately, my primary school mates found one another on Facebook. The games we played and our individual quirks, they remember it all. I do too, but it does not come as easily.
After all, my mind has forgotten how to distinguish memory from possibility, the real from unreal. At times, I feel like my life as a child has quietly dissolved, as if I have never been.
Otherwise, I feel like I have never grown up, for how can one recall the present?
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