And through forgetting, we can reorganize our world, replace our old selves with new ones. What happens to a being that cannot? A being for whom what happened twenty years ago is as present as yesterday? As five minutes ago? As now? Yes—what happens? I couldn’t get that boy out of my head. He lodged there, made me sick. And what cured it? I began to forget him. What if I couldn’t? What if I could never forget anything?
