The Bliss of Forgetfulness
Knowing Not To
Déjà vu is dangerous. Haunting echoes of a past that may not be, feelings that arise like ghosts. Better to lounge in the lap of heedless neglect, immune from strange sensation.
To forget is a chance to escape, to be free of the bonds of life before, life believed, life perceived. Living in the moment is a flash of ebullience. And consequences? Fuhgeddaboutit!
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