Nov 1 · 1 min read
I’m thinking these thoughts too, as I filter through the stories that are told, in search of the ones that are not being told, the ones that need to be told. I’m steeling myself for the reality there are things we will never know about the people who came before us. Without their own words, their stories are left to be told by people who either did or didn’t know and/or worse, did know and won’t tell the truth because they can’t remember the truth anymore. The story/ies they’ve been telling themselves have become their truth and no one is left to dispute them. History/Herstory Lost.
