Lea | NYC | 15 | Music & Dance > Life |
"Having memories at all was a very strange thing. It meant that there were things that had once been- and were no more. Which meant that there was a yesterday...and yesterday were older days. If you got enough of them behind you, it meant you were old too."
Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.