What has been forgotten cannot be remembered
That's what it says anyway
On the walls his house
On the floor
On the table
Just the same words over and over
He must have written them
He can't remember doing it
Be he must have
No one else is in the house
He thinks
If there were people surely he would remember them
Surely
But then it starts
And suddenly it's better to forget than to remember
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