Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
I don't have all the facts. And I might misremember. As a matter of fact, after I finished Winter Journal, I realized that I'd gotten someone's name wrong.
People talk from memory and memory often plays false.
I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.
You can't recover memories of a missing event. That's a fallacy.
There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.
I think you just assume that your memory is just sort of a video playback of your experience, but it's nothing like that at all. It's a complete refabrication of an event and a lot of it is made up, because you're filling in spaces.
Everybody knows how fallible memory can sometimes be. You remember certain fragments precisely, but as soon as you try to join the fragments together, for a story, there is a certain - not falsification, but a shifting.
I must admit that it seems like my mind really reconstructs some things, and in a very - I just know that it seems like some things are not as I remembered them when I do some investigation.
The year is always correct, also the month, only the day can be another. But that occurs to me only in the moment of writing it down.
