What makes the memory yours?

I can barely see to type. I am all the fountains. Tonight's program at the film festival sunk a bore right into my water. Humans are beautiful. Humanity is beautiful. I am overwhelmed in surround sound and lined with red velvet. This is a resolving walking talking nightmare. This is me shrunken into a matchbox and pushed silently onto the flat ocean. This paragraph lacks resolution. Live with your dissonance.