You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? Thats where I always think of you.

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

No era un reclús del meu illot, només de la meva memòria.

I have a lot of fond memories of St. Patrick's Day in Chicago. Vague, but fond.

I've always had fond memories of cooking Thanksgiving.

It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.