The Happening And Telling Are Very Different Things. This Doesn’t Mean That The Story Isn’t True,

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler

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"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth." 

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