The occurrence of memories and the memories of possible futures rip through the present. Like a shard of light in the dark.

Without these thoughts we are blind, left unaware of our own desires.

In order to forget we must remember, we have to remember what we want to forget.

We only ever see the fragments, little pieces of a puzzle that we can never put together because we shape each piece and reshape it every time it comes into our mind. Further down the line we must then only ever be remembered and how it felt to remember it, we then take that feeling for the one associated with the event. We shape and reshape, working and remolding, making our memories the sort of memories that we believe the person we hope to become would have.

When these memories occur they are never isolated, they become a new memory every time.

We are haunted by expectation, haunted by things that have not even happened to us. If we are told of an event enough these stories become memories as well. There is a possibility that in these dreams and memories we are creating a narrative, each time moving further from the event. If you create a narrative you are no longer a subject, you become an object of your own narrative. It is easier to re-watch anything when you are not in it, like any book, however, you can be drawn in and find yourself relating to it but you know really, it isn’t you. Maybe it never was.

Every time you remember, those memories are new.