“And that’s the way of time fucking with you. Making a lie out of every thought you think. Deforming truth with the certainty of retrospect. Ain’t none of us can be sure of anything anymore. Of the private histories we spin, least of all. But I am trying. And if I don’t get the actualities of things down proper, I am at least trying to fix the notion of them. To be true to my recollections of them. That’s the best I can manage.”