I can't remember some things, so soon after they happened. I can't remember my ride back from work today, was it good, bad, did it rain hard, was the traffic light, were there jerks on the road? I don't remember. I don't remember what kind of day I had unless it was a really hard day, today was since I just got back from my vacation but if you inquire as to what the content of the work was in regard to, I couldn't tell you without mumbling.
I don't remember what the sermons in church were about? As soon as I walk out of there I am totally and completely erased of any memory of what the priest said, what bible passages were read or how I felt when they read them.
I just got back from 3 days in Fort Lauderdale, and I really couldn't tell you what the city is about, I remember that it had no culture apart from sun, sand and water and nothing else. Everything, every store, every joint was named to pay homage to the beach. I can't tell you what inspired the pictures I took or if I was inspired at all. I just don't remember it that well. I remember taking one last look at the ocean before I left abruptly for the airport yesterday morning, in between the sweltering heat and not much else. I just do not remember or rather I choose not to remember so many things. I wonder what my brain is filled with. What fills the void of my nothingness?
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