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is memory trustworthy? there are so many moments in my early life, why are some things given so much significance, when so many others lay long forgotten?

sometimes i think about the idea of a multi-verse, that everything that can happen does happen at some point.

all the "what-ifs". what if i had left that place, what if i had stayed put, what if i hadn't said that asshole thing back then, what if i had said all those asshole thing back then?

sometimes when I open my mouth to speak I feel the future touching the present and know it's a crucial moment

you know, like when you choose a dialogue option in a video game.

I find the idea comforting, that, in an infinity of variations, among an infinity of lives that can be roughly called my own, there must one who is happy,
healthy,
not in pain,
not afraid
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