Glasshouse

In my experience, the best way to deal with such people is to politely agree with everything they say, then ignore them.

If I forget, then it might as well never have happened. Memory is liberty.

You know, if I tried to change the minds of everyone who I thought needed changing, I’d never have time to do anything else.

Can I remember— “I remember lots,” I say. How much of what I remember is true is another matter.

Where would dictators be without our compliant amnesia? Make the collective lose its memory, you can conceal anything.

Time is a corrosive fluid, dissolving motivation, destroying novelty, and leaching the joy from life. But forgetting is a fraught process, one that is prone to transcription errors and personality flaws. Delete the wrong pattern, and you can end up becoming someone else. Memories exhibit dependencies, and their management is one of the highest medical art forms.

“Bad day at the office?”

“It’s always a bad day at the office, insofar as the office exists in the first place.”