Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.
I wonder at what point my life swerved to avoid that, and if that life would have been nicer than the one I've got.
I erased the thought from my mind, but I couldn't undo the fact that I'd had the thought in the first place.
In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.
Honesty and authenticity are a big deal for me.
If something wants to be a story, it will be.