Every once in a while the intro sample from Enemy of the Sun pops into my head and sends me into an existential crisis. This year has been at least 3 different arcs in my memory timeline and I'm sure I will never remember it in proper order again. When I try the simple exercise of thinking of a memory, any memory, I see only you. Not when or where, but that's less important. "Because we don't know when we will die, we come to think of life as an inexhaustible well. But everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon in your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” (at Fruitvale Village)
