Delusion.

I was so sure today that I had my pencil box with me and that I have lost it, before I was made aware of its possible alternate existence by a teetotaller, that I am stumped and I don't really know any more. I might have left it back at home but my memories are all clouded now. I have clear visions of my purple pouch being uprooted from one corner of this shelf here to being relocated abruptly (for it) to another, every time I wiggle my arms aimlessly inside to reach out to the other random pieces of objects. But I know not anymore, as my memory now is also instantaneously placing the same purple pouch in the cupboard back at home, when I had picked it up to bring it with me but decided against it because of the lack of space in my bag. How can 1 piece of object have 2 different places of existence in my memory which brings me to the topic of delusion and how blurry that line gets with reality when the mind forces pieces of information to fit in, and in this case almost compulsively because it wants a decisive stance speedily. I wonder if it is the age creeping in or if it is a definitive proof for me that memory itself is not as reliable.

Anyway I will have to wait for a day to know about the reality, in the meanwhile as this conundrum gnaws at me, here's some artwork I have tried.