Remote childhood is hazy, but some bright spots float up in memories. When you pick up one end of a thread, memories that have been submerged by time gradually appear and, like a net emerging from the water, they are inter-connected and infinite. the more you pull, the more threads seem to appear and disappear. Now that you have picked up one up and again pull up a whole mass of happenings from different times, you can't start anywhere, can't find a sort of order. Human life is a net, you want to undo it a knot at a time, but only succeed in creating a tangled mess. Life is a muddled account that you can't work out.

......... HaiZZ