Unknown void

Remembering is dangerous. I find the past such a worrying and anxious place. “The past tense” I suppose you could call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental wiring. The next it leads you where you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you had hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them we deny reason itself! Although why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality, there is no sanity clause. So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought headed for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there is always madness. Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.