perhaps, i suppose. There's one event I seem to remember, me alone. Perhaps it's because it only exist in my mind, has no place chronologically in reality, in history. Maybe it's an invention of the subconscious. On the other hand, it may be a real event. From not too long ago. That others just choose to forget, to erase. Perhaps this ability of mine-to store any seemingly trivial incident or conversation and to bring it forth at the perfect moment-will come of some substanial use. Perhaps you do remember, choose to hide it, keep it out of mind. That's most beneficial to you anyway. But I remember. You once did the same thing. Perhaps with a reason. Perhaps not. Perhaps I cannot read you and you cannot read me. And thats how it should be. Oh, how I would love to bring my memory to light, to turn the tables, to be on the upper hand. But in your eyes, that brings me down. To the world, it is instinct, it is power. But to you it would be unnecesary it would be hatred. But I remember, therefore its real. To me, it is real.