Why is it that we can remember some things some of the time, but not all things all of the time? Why is memory selective to the situation and the frame of mind? Why does doing certain things trigger certain memories? Why are those memories chosen over others?
Sometimes the memories bring pleasure, and we cherish those over the ones that bring us pain. Still, we remember the ones that bring us pain.
One memory… one moment… triggering the next one.
What was the first one? And how could there ever be a first one?
An empty state
A state of emptiness