I hate my memory, with a passion. It always forgets to write something on the back of the photographs, to give me a clue as to what the hell I am remembering. Although even those circumstances don't come around enough anymore; remembering something, such a novelty now. Deja vue is a bitch. An annoying blitch in a system full of blitches. Time just makes it worse, it just keeps going and the list of "To be filed" just gets larger and larger. It doesn't stop for one fucking second, such a pushy bastard... ...What was I talking about? |