I watched "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" for the first time, late last night/early morning.

Memory is an eccentric creature. Most of the time mine lays dormant in the corner of some dark cave, hibernating and gathering moss. I never go visit. I used to live in that cave, and I'm already way too familiar with it's slimy nooks and crannies.

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