#generated memory

as a sheltered kid, i didn’t get to experience a lot of the things others did. instead, i dreamt them up, in the solace of my own room, caught between the pages of a coming-of-age novel. i imagine it’s the same for a lot of people.

do you ever feel like an impostor?

hiding among the masses of people with some kind of hive-mind collective experience of childhood you didn’t get?

do you feel like you’re lying when you “remember” these things the way you’ve always imagined them, and felt as though you could identify that way?