How I See It [1] Moments

Every moment is broken into pieces. each piece distributed among those that make up the memory. All pieces are multi colored parts of many memories, all connected, across the globe. Put together they make up an almost whole portrait of history. Pieces still missing from people that weren't there, angles not seen.

This is just the way I see it. I tell it in the very simplified form of how I see it, for if I were to think upon it enough it'd become quite complex, plus I'm kinda tired right now. Perhaps I'll delve deeper next time