Introduction

Yeah I’m sorry that memory lane has been such a long trip, but not everything on it was bad. I can accept that not everything that glitters is gold, but the stuff here that glitters may not be valuable but it is still beautiful and as such it is worth something to me.

Like goldfish aptly named for their gold like scales these memories are nothing more than common companions tantalized by their own reflections and swallowed eventually by time only to be forgotten and flushed down the toilet by some new young thing still fresh from the womb. They will never know what hit them, or why they were forgotten. They will rot, sitting in darkness waiting for their day to reemerge. Their day to come back out and be remembered.

Like silver string it will hang from a spider web of lies deceit and betrayal waiting for the conscious mind to rest so in dreams it may remind us of its presence. Through dreams it will force us to remember until we wake shaking and screaming, crying out for our own sick predicament, praying to again forget.

For once we’ve forgotten we can go on believing what we want and without our memories to guide us we will repeat the same mistakes of the past over and over again until we ceace to forget and learn from our mistakes. That is why memory lane is long hard horrible and beautiful. That is why we must never forget. That is why this, and others like it, were written. It is why I exist.

I will never forget your lessons.
I will never forget your friendship.
I will never forget you.
Blue Jay, these are for you.

The boy with the dirty needle, and the girl who mourns him
Never Forget [The Meaning]
I’m Not Open Anymore