Lately I find that my memory of media is getting confused. When I think about a book I read, I remember that it was read to me in a pleasant, anonymousness, female voice. On further reflection I realize that I had actually read all of those words in black an white. Or this web comic I found. More of a graphic novel, really. I remember watching the action as if it had been animated. And the imagined animation was of considerably higher artistic quality than the original.
This brings up so many questions.
Is this because I have an overactive imagination? Am I overly optimistic, always perceiving the world as being better that it really is and ultimately deceiving myself? Am I just worst at remembering things that I though? And why do I read to myself in my head with a woman's voice? That one is a little disturbing, honestly.
Oh, well. Happy New Years!
