Hello, friend. Hello, friend. That’s lame. Maybe I should give you a name. But that’s a slippery slope. You’re only in my head. We have to remember that.
We all know people who live too much in the past. Too much history, too much remembering, can ultimately destroy the present and the future.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
Remember us better than we are.
Your memories are the first step to consciousness. How can you learn from your mistakes if you can’t remember them?
What’s on the paper, that tells a story that we want to tell. But what’s not on the paper, that’s what people remember.
When you can’t remember your lives, you can’t change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You’re trapped, by that nightmare you keep waking up into.
People remember allegations, not rebuttals.
My life’s been a circle of violence and degradation long as I can remember. I’m ready to tie it off.
Just because you remember everything doesn’t mean you know everything.
It feels like you’re waiting for me to remember something that is never going to come.
If the day ever comes when you’re tempted to sell me out, remember this, whatever their price, I’ll beat it. I like living.
