Memories are fickle fleeting things.
You think they are carved from stone, but really they are ice sculptures that quickly melt away.
Even if memories were carved from stone, they would still be ever-changing. Time and weather can change stone just as time and emotions can change memories.
Sadness shared all of her memories with me so that I can navigate this future world, but they are layered on top of each other, and as shifty as holding water in my hands. Not 100% sure what is hers, and what is mine, and what is real, and what is just dreams.