Yesterday Never Happened: The Phantom You Call Life

Your past is fiction.

Not metaphorically fiction, not sort-of fiction, but complete, absolute, grade-A bullshit fiction.

That childhood trauma defining you? Pure imagination. That college triumph you’re proud of? Mental masturbation happening right now. You think you have a continuous story connecting birth to this moment, but you’re living in a delusion so complete that calling it delusional seems insufficient.

Your mind constructs this elaborate biographical movie, complete with character development and plot twists, then projects it onto the blank screen of existence. You star in your own fantasy, playing both director and audience, convinced the whole production is real.

The past doesn’t exist anywhere except as present-moment mental noise.

Tomorrow is just today’s anxiety wearing a costume…

…and you bought tickets to both shows.

Memory: Your Mind’s Greatest Hoax

Memory isn’t a recording device; it’s a creative writing exercise.

Every time you “remember” something, your brain fabricates a story using current mood, beliefs, and whatever neural fragments happen to be floating around.