I was scanning old photographs and reminiscing on my favorite memories with my grandpa. I used to plait his white hair. Tell him to perform his disappearing magic with his denture. Listen to his heartbeat and prescribe an injection. Go ahead to inject him, but with a toothpick.
My friend asked me — Do you actually remember? Or did someone tell you?
I said yes, but maybe I should have told him that there isn’t much difference between a photograph and a memory.