Memories fade. That’s what’s so terrible about them.
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Memory is a strange thing. It does not work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time. By its order.
We cling to memories as if they define us, but they really don’t. What we do is what defines us.
Memory is everything. Without it, we are blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.
Manchester by the Sea