Market Town : Tilney1 : Electric tears and all their portent.
'Such things we bury within us. Such fears, voices, seeming insignificancies, memories and scars.
Imagine an internal strobe light that flashes the detritus of a life lived endlessly.
Imagine there might be a code, a purpose, a line through the very heart of all the events and shadows of your life. Imagine sewing and stiching every element of your personal history together in an attempt to understand the present so obsessively that the past becomes your every waking moment.
Loud, bright and clear. In focus. Imagine you can remember everything, every detail of every experience. Imagine these are the thoughts that occupy you, inhabit you and you can't turn their volume down.'
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