What’s it like to simply not remember anything anymore, a clean slate, every day completely new? You can look at the people around you with curiosity, or perhaps just ignore them because you don’t recognise them anyway. It sounds lovely to me, a memory that remembers nothing. I suspect that going to the loo and brushing your teeth are still basic instincts, and that’s as far as it goes. I mean, who could blame you if you don’t remember anything, your whole memory has been wiped and you, just like a child, simply do whatever comes to mind?

Perhaps you’d learn loads every day, and when you wake up again, you’d have happily forgotten it all, without the burden of having to remember.

Would memory loss also involve the loss of dreams, and who knows, perhaps even nightmares? I don’t suffer from nightmares, mind you. It seems awful to me if you have to put up with them. Nightmares are a sign that, at night, you’re processing what you try to ignore during the day. With memory loss, you certainly wouldn’t be bothered by that either, although you might still be processing impressions subconsciously whilst you sleep.

You walk all over everyone without a second thought, ignore your feelings and just do whatever takes your fancy. Angry, sad – you have a row and then forget all about it, whilst the other person might be walking around with a knot in their stomach for months afterwards.

Who knows, you might feel a bit strange now and then, not quite yourself, because you realise you’re no longer quite whole. Every now and then, you remember something you’d normally just forget. And that forgetting will happen more and more often, as there’s never enough time to pause and let things sink in.

Perhaps you suddenly remember something you thought you’d forgotten, but in fact you haven’t. Memory retains more than we realise. The only question is: how do you access it, and what is it all buried under?
Memory is a bit like this platform: every now and then a lovely little gem, buried under a pile of rubbish, and with a bit of luck you’ll stumble across it.

You’re still yourself, unique and alive, even if you no longer recognise the world around you. This is something some call ‘living in a bubble’, others a ‘pink cloud’ and yet others ‘Wonderland’.
A few find themselves in a self-created hell. That hell which exists only in thoughts that are difficult to organise, or where the soul’s painful memories are all that remain, and memory no longer knows how to put things into perspective or can recall that it is not about the present, but about something from the distant past.

When good deeds do not make up for a bad one, it is wise to speak out now. Later… That has long since begun, and even with dead brain cells, the soul remembers the deeds.



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