They reveal the worst in my days… Consciousness clouded, mind racing amidst the dense sheet of confusion; I struggle to grab a hold of what passes before me… I’m a camera without a memory stick, which can only capture events, faces, and feelings that shall escape my grasp at the mind’s twist. Memory is vain. Emotion is void of purpose, in such a case. Recollection is unattainable.
Life simply slips on by.