Are not all our actions but memories as soon as we have acted them? Are they not carbon copies that get worn with age – more open to interpretation with every iteration? Even as we channel our recollection into words on the page, we lose something. The same holds true for tapestries detailing a civilization’s glorious past, but what they exactly represent is in the eye of the beholder.
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Stidjen Plays Solo 