Most of everything is neither beginning nor end.
Schlagwort: Erinnerungen
Only innocence can save the world.
I remember what I was wearing that day, because I remember who read it.
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There's a place in the town, a statue,
She'd make me wait beneath
Thought has wings.
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where or when.
Memoryphobia.
The bad news: We cannot escape the creation of new memories.
The good news: It merely seems impossible to deal with the ever climbing ratio between the years we remember and the year we are living in right now.