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These days my memory is the most valuable I own.
I remember the first time my memory was almost non existent.
My very first memories are the most valuable I own.
I can remember.
I cannot recall.
I cannot remember.
I cannot forget.
I must remember.
I want to remember.
I want to forget.
Dreams never come true.
Realizations come all the way down.
If reality is a stranger than my own memories, dreams are my whole life.
If I want one thing, I must remember everything.
If that were so, the universe would be intolerable.
If that's true, who/what is meant by love?
If that's true, how the many really see reality?
If this is so, love is a stranger than us.
If this is so, love is an alien culture.
If it was so, it would create a perpetual decay.
If that is so, love would seem magical.
It was not so in the most secret places of a secret dream.
If that is so, love is a habit of savages.

If I am enough of a man, I must marry. If I am not enough of a man, I must go. If I've no more hair, I make myself a wig. If I haven't got a face, I add features. If I've an ass, a turd is the simplest shape. If I want fat fingers, I give my ass an ass. If I want to be in charge, I will bow in gratitude. If I don't have the power, I cast the duty. If I doubt my worth, I make myself sick, and then think me a fool. If I see the light and hear the stars, my joy is not in words, but in stars.