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There has been a memory ghost for a long time now. It has faded in and out of importance, but has more or less always been there. I was in the shower about a week ago and the ghost was very strong, overwhelming. I decided I had to tell Zig about it. In that moment, I suddenly realised that I had already spoken to Zig about it over a year before. The ghost withdraw to a murmur, and I realised it wasn't such a big deal after all. Since that moment, I have started taking a different approach to dealing with my memory ghost. I'm not sure where it will lead, but hopefully a new tack will bring new resolution, since the same old tack for the previous years hasn't resolved anything.

This has been an expression of feeling and thought in order to help with clarification of said feeling and thought.

(no subject)

My mouth didn't hurt before I went to the dentist, why the hell didn't I leave my teeth alone to rot in glorious non-pain?