“Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic.”
I’m writing the first substantial piece to come to me in weeks. During a particularly emotionally charged and inspired scene my roommate decides it’s a good idea to wake up and proceeds to expel from his loins a long drawn out series of guttural groans, snorts, sniffs, sighs and several other sickening sounds which were enough to nauseate me so substantially that I lost my train of thought. Naturally the scene is now dead and I have to start over. Ian, I hope you develop bed sores which get infected and lead to a terribly painful death.