Hyperthymesia

Sick of remembering. Details, eyes, hands, voices, gestures, smells. Too much information in my brain. Too many livid memories. I’m living in the past, it’s sneaking up on me and I hate myself for it. I want to forget. Live today and maybe tomorrow. Without all this useless waste. Declutter my brain, reformat it.
Install a new OS.

Empty the fucking trash.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Kazuo Ishiguro