Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.

It would cut into him at unpredictable moments, like a gutting knife made of colored light.

Memory is not always used to remember,its sometimes used to forget

I mean, don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

I'll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That's part of my memory now so I won't miss anything.

Because life doesn't work that way. You can do everything perfectly. Do everything you think you're supposed to be doing. Fulfill every expectation that other people may have. And you still won't get the results you think you deserve. Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.