Personal lore is a dubious drink, for the flavor changes each time you bring it to your lips. Given enough aging–from my own experience–the product is more fiction than fact–but what fact is not ripe for becoming fiction?–I find that if I scrutinize any moment's ramble of my past, the story often breaks down into a mix of dreams I've had, past conversation, and maybe something I read or heard. A person might say that something such as daydream is not real, and certainly not biographical. I would have to disagree. How can one come to an und more...
