i don't like forgetting. its actually quite inconvenient. i hate the feeling of black outs from drinking, and gaps in the past. perhaps its my survivor mechanism, or perhaps i'm short circuiting somewhere. but from one day to the next, i don't remember the exact details of things.
i won't be able to tell you what happened on what date.
which makes for a terrible debater. i cannot win arguments, because i cannot back up my statements.
things are impermanent in my mind.
But still... some things, sometimes, in exquisite detail rise out of the chaos in my mind and present themselves as perfectly preserved moments.