I MISS THE DAYS WHERE PIZZA HUT HAD RESTAURANTS, MJ WAS STILL PLAYING BASKETBALL, WHEN HD WAS CRAZY TALK, NAPSTER, AND THE CLEAN STUFF LIKE PACMAN. I THINK IM GONNA START DRESSING LIKE THAT.
“It happened. Am I remembering it, or am I just remembering myself remembering it? I almost cherish not knowing why or how. But I still seek an explanation. Some things happen, over and over, outside of one’s own control or desires. The pieces that are missing, are they gone with good reason? I would like to be honest about all of this. Because I know what is right and what is wrong. What would I be, were it not for my confessions... Doubts... Dreams... And my logic. Repetition... Empty holes... Truth... And lies; I am memory.”