Han's story

She’s talking to the girl behind me, Instinctually that is my first thought, the almighty forces of mother nature, programmed me to be this way. At one time, I would have thought she was talking to me. Possibly, one time was a long time a ago. Memories get fuzzy though,at least all the good ones do. Maybe there is a correlation between how warm,fuzzy and coddling as memory is, and how fucking hard it is to remember it later. It’s a linear function, frankly I don’t exactly have any excess mental capacity trying to recall memories I’d rather like to forget, the miserable ones. pointy not sharp, those memories that are pointed and barbed, the ones become lodged into you. Take them out, and they’ll leave  deep lacerations, but leave them there and they fester, they multiply and consume, damning your flesh. When I remember ing  them it isn’t warm and fuzzy, it's sharp and clear. That’s how they remain in my mind. Persistent little fuckers, they probably bully the fuzzy memories.