Again again

We all impose some coherence some meaning on the chaotic events of our existence. We rummage through the raw images of our memories, selecting, burnishing, erasing. We emerge as the heroes of our stories, allowing us to live with what we have done or haven't done.*

Well, that saves a bit of thinking. I can get back to reading and lounging.

* The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder. David Grann