Milorad Pavić. The inner side of the wind (№ 157178)

When we have something slipped my mind, when we forget, then remember it's so hard forgotten that the void which expanded at the expense of our memory, violates the true size of and the ratio behind the veil of our forgetfulness it changes, grows and coarsens. And when we finally manage to remember the forgotten and thrown out of my head, we disappointedly convinced that it was not worth the labor we spent on the recall.