I find that when an era in your life ends, you can look back at it however you want. Sometimes accompanied by images and sometimes out of pure feeling, we morph our experiences to an extent which we deem comfortable for ourselves. You may hold this process to its actuality β that is to say, the reality β or, you may morph it and, hence, perfect it, to artificiality. The final question then holds, βwhy deny the obvious necessity of remembering?β
β Lazsamara