My mind is broken. Every event, action, thought, mood are all stored. As I grow older and more material is held, the pressure to remember, to reimmerse, grows. There will come a day when I enter the past and not reemerge. Worse yet, it’s likely to be an egregious event that swallows me and refuses to let go.
I long to forget, or at least have details muddle. To have the mental pressure let up, even for a moment, would be a blessing. It’s my curse to never have that happen.
Am I writing this or only remembering doing so?
