Memory is not linear, it's unreliable, it's abstract and powerful. My past is so fully a part of who I am that it's difficult, if not impossible, to separate from 'the now'. I remember myself at a young age, exotic-looking for many people, different. I saw the world, and I knew how it saw me. It forms memories.
But not every memory is experienced first-hand. Memories are infused within you from your parents, through their blood. I remember my mother on her wedding day, because she passed it on to me years later when I was conceived, when we shared the same blood, the same memories. She is here, she is in my memory.
This Portrait of the Artist as a Memory is more truthful than it is correct. It is more accurate than it is precise. You will understand, when you remember.