"I will have spent my life trying to understand the function of remembering, which is not the opposite of forgetting, but rather its lining. We do not remember. We rewrite memory much as history is rewritten. How can one remember thirst?"
i was riding my bike home last night down "that really dark street" about a block from my house. there was a man walking up ahead of me. he turned around and saw me coming and suddenly sped up to a jog. he passed through the light from a street light when i realized he was butt ass naked (save for shoes).