I can't remember why you left.
Or if I was the one already leaving and so I left and not you.
Maybe I came to you to leave.
It's hard because my memory is really sh**.
I f**ed with my developing brain using all that marijuana and now my memory has multiplicity.
My memory is making yourself dizzy when you're little.
My memory my Monet - don't get too close it won't make sense.
My memory has no great grandparents.
My memory the grey layered silhouette emoji. It's you or it could be you.
Vallie Export says that all time is present time.
When you think about the past in the present it is present.
When you think about the future in the present it is present.
My memory is present.
My memory gets the big picture.
My memory is like a dinosaur.
My memory, my Manet. There I am in the shadows. Wait that's Adrian. So where am I?
My memory has a nuclear family.
My memory is useless.
There is a large hole in my underwear that was your underwear before it was my underwear.
I stretched them.
I miss you.
Come here and save me from my insufferable canonical diatribes. I don't understand half of this.
I just love history, I'm going to read another book from Duke University Press.
Write me an email.
Anything.
Come home.