James Carol. Look at me (№ 450324)

I wanted to be happy, but I couldn't. Twenty years is a huge time, and memory is not a stone, but rather something fluid, especially at such an advanced age. And we keep filling the memory gaps with false memories. You could have sworn that the carpet in your parents' house was blue, but it's actually brown. And the steak on your twenty-first birthday wasn't steak, it was lamb.