We are a mosaic of memories, both good and bad. They are the building blocks of our personalities, values and perspective of the world. But our memories change, warp, morph and fade; in big ways and small. Perhaps you are not who you think you are, perhaps your past has unknowingly become fiction? Which memories that shape your identity, cherished or resented, might not be real? If your memories are distorted or not real representations of the past, then who are you truly?