Nothing is truly lost, only buried. She remembers everything, she just can't always tell the difference between what's real and what's not. She was always looking over her own shoulder, expecting the impossible from her.
Comedy and tragedy are the same. Clowns are supposed to be frightening, they embody chaos. Their face is their make up and removable, but the skin underneath is also a mask. Pull away the skin and you find yet another grinning face.
Acting is about hiding under the layers of character and artifice, writing is about being honest. She tells stories, some of them just happen to be true.
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