Memory can never be trusted. We think of our experiences as being real, our personal stories as being true. We think what we remember, and the stories we tell about these memories, are what actually happened. But this is an illusion, which, if we believe in it, becomes a delusion. There are events, and various people have their experiences of an event, and the experiences may vary so much that the event itself may disappear.
The event may be a brief incident, or a years-long marriage, but, as our story of it becomes part of our memoir, our personal mythology, it's important not to mistake it for historical fact.
It is a fact that there were rats in the tenements of Maryhill, Glasgow, in the 1970s. But everyone there had a different experience, including the rats.
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