The Library That Forgets
How do you know you’ve forgotten something if you don’t remember you knew it in the first place?
How do you know you’ve forgotten something if you don’t remember you knew it in the first place?
The sound of his laughter echoed through the room, but his eyes remained cold and distant.
“That was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had… and yet it worked.” I tried not to revel in the praise too much as the adrenaline coursed through both of our veins, the relief in her voice more comforting than emboldening. To say it was the worst idea did a disservice to all the stupid…
I think I just met the happiest person in the world! No triumphal fanfares, no gymnastic cartwheels, no overindulgent exultation. Just – relative to me, at least – an image of pure happiness. The bar is currently set particularly low, granted, what with us being the only people left on Earth and with me having…