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What do you even mean, Ma?
Just that imagination looks forward and memory backward, and where the two meet, that's fiction.
That's absurd.
Why?
Because if something looks forward and another thing looks backward, they don't ever see each other.

Something happens to our brains when faced with myth, like with some forms of poetry: we switch on to decoding, rather than to simple, passive understanding.

I would lie next to her, knowing that she knew somewhere in her little body that I, too, was fragile and scared, and maybe that was the reason why she felt so scared. ... the sensation that my life, which had always held together, was never going to feel quite certain again, quite as solid, because at any moment it could all spill out of their hands ...