Some things might be important
in their ability to be forgotten...
"... and yet I would lie, were I not to include in this scenario a hint of a hidden truth. Though I treasured my stolen moments of stillness in this, the atrium of the city, a part of me was restless, a younger part that neer seemed to get enough to eat. It had been active for as long as any part of me, born of the polemic between duty and happiness.
Often it was content to stretch out in a corner and watch me with a greasy smile as I worked to secure the traditional cornerstones: job, relationship (at this I could hear wild laughing), and the copious list of ethical rules that seemed to grow, weedlike, in the inner garden."
Forgotten Passage From a Forgettable Day
"... and yet I would lie, were I not to include in this scenario a hint of a hidden truth. Though I treasured my stolen moments of stillness in this, the atrium of the city, a part of me was restless, a younger part that neer seemed to get enough to eat. It had been active for as long as any part of me, born of the polemic between duty and happiness.
Often it was content to stretch out in a corner and watch me with a greasy smile as I worked to secure the traditional cornerstones: job, relationship (at this I could hear wild laughing), and the copious list of ethical rules that seemed to grow, weedlike, in the inner garden."
Forgotten Passage From a Forgettable Day