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With the same ease with which each of us let go from the memory of the way his grandfather or school friend, someone one day will go into absolute nothingness and us. The memory of man could prove more durable than its skeleton, but when I go the last of those who we still remember, with him lost in time and we.

Memory is intangible, no matter how you try, true feeling will not return, it remains only a Ghost, a shadow, a sad melting cloud.

And I have a tiny secluded place, where something unseen, but I locked the place locked up and the key thrown away. Now the rest of the game, only a game and nothing more.

Any memories will forever remain in us. The archive of the mind, where we put human memory-map, dimensionless...

Say: "To lie, you have to have two memory".

What is forgotten doesn't mean it died.
In the shower all you can bring to life.

Remember us for we too have loved, lived and laughed.

However, though I try to forget everything, inside of me remains something like a clot of muddy air.

Nothing dies as long as living memory.

You know, things that I regret in the beginning, they are the only ones of which the memory remains. And if it remains, then, they are the most valuable.

This memory - it prevents me to live,
Sneaks behind me.

- Simba, you have forgotten me?
- No, how could I?
- You forgot who you are and why you forgot me. Look into your soul, Simba. You really had to be this way? You must take your place in the circle of life.
- How can I go back? I don't like how I was before...
- Whoever you were - you are my son. You're the king. Remember who you are. Remember.

Nothing is ever forgotten, and thoughts - to a lesser extent..

Memory - strange artist: birds repair it she the colors of life and erases shades of gray, keeping only the brightest colors and the most expressive silhouettes.