At a certain point you may come to realize that everything you currently think is based on not only your experience of the past, but your interpretation of it as well. And along the way you’ve most definitely lost bits of information you had previously gathered, for various reasons, only to fill in the blanks with whatever happens to be within reach at the time. If you can accept the fact that accuracy in this particular department is almost assuredly not possible, then you’re closer to discovering a more deeper truth. But you’re further away from ever being able to understand it as such, because understanding itself has practically become a different language overnight. Well, I’ve been to this place. I’ve tasted its spoils. And the only bit of solace I’ve found has come to me in the form of trusting my own intuition, regardless of what I think I know. Then again, we all really seemed to get into Animal Crossing for a while there, so what the fuck do I know?
Historical Conciousness
