Sometimes I wonder if there could be any way to blot out certain people or certain incidents from my memory, like in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. But if memories are those that make me who I am, erasing those would be like erasing myself, which I perceive would be more painful when trying to recreate a persona from a fragmented past. Even so, the existance of certain creatures rankle in my head, dragging through the soft parts of my brain like barbed wire, not creating sparks of electricity, but bloody trails.
