Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

He felt more crypts cracking open inside of him; the stench he smelled was not decayed bodies but decayed memories, and that was somehow worse.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

There's no consciousness without senses and memories.

No child should ever be too sad to play.

Without memories,there can be no good or evil. It will exist only indifference!