What the Spring Meant

Afterwards, the details will conform to fit the story – gently molded and distorted to a fiction looking forward. It’s a sickness or a glitch which helps the data to be filtered to what’s relevant or pertinent or salient or not. I got lost as a kid often when my mom would take me shopping, wandering through all the tall things, listening to strangers talking.

When the snow melts, they will find me and the facts will be as blindly plain as statements on the weather when you’re standing in the rain.


~ by perfectionatrix on March 19, 2015.

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