I don't remember changing my mind. I only remember hearing it often enough that one day... it sounded like mine. Somewhere between hearing and knowing something moved... and I never noticed it moving. It was a lie. It wasn't the truth. It was simply repeated until its provenance no longer seemed important Mediafication. The picture changed... while I was looking at it. Mediafication. I still remember from before... I just don't remember why it was important. I was never a poker player I hate to gamble but I can tell... a bad hand dealt. Perhaps every story keeps the ending... and edits the journey. If I had been there... would I remember differently? Or would I simply... have a better view of the same illusion? Mediafication. Somewhere... I stopped watching the picture... and started living inside it. Mediafication. Maybe perception... was always the easiest to edit.
