reverberation of scattered memories

"Because memory and sensations are so uncertain, so biased, we always rely on a certain reality - call it an alternate reality - to prove the reality of events. To what extent facts we recognize as such really are as they seem, and to what extent these are facts merely because we label them as such, is an impossible distinction to draw. Therefore, in order to pin down reality as reality, we need another reality to relativize the first. Yet that other reality requires a third reality to serve as its grounding. An endless chain is created within our consciousness, and it is the very maintenance of this chain that produces the sensation that we are actually here, that we ourselves exist. But something can happen to sever that chain, and we are at a loss. What is real? Is reality on this side of the break in the chain? Or over there, on the other side? "

Excerpt from South of the Border, West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami

and this broken chain of mine swings haphazardly yet sometimes strongly enough to create a whiplash or snap effect at the end of the line. This action creates a violent reverberation of scattered memories and (alternate)realities to float off into the void most likely to never be relived again unless through some form of deja vu or subconsciousness. The void is the darkest recesses of my mind: the places where all the monsters thrive. Collectors of every single thing that floats into this realm. Dissemination of truths. Cultivation of fears. Laundering of reality chains. The place where my greatest ambitions and purest talents are bound beneath the floor, stilled and quiet for safe keeping. My reality is a broken chain. My reality is a broken chain. My reality is a broken chain. *snap*