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