IT’S HARD TO REMEMBER THINGS.
The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.
But we don’t remember everything. People call it human nature; nobody is perfect, etcetera.
What is perfect, really? The absence of perfection and the existence of human nature in place of something we want to do or we don’t want to do, is an excuse, not an exoneration.
That was the thing about telling a story. The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness.
There is no memory without emptiness.