a dream encased in memories

It scares me that I can't remember. What is life but a collection of memories. If I can't remember memories how can I live life? That's why pictures are so important. They can trigger memories. Scents do that, too. But the images that flicker in my mind have already slipped through the sands of time. They are irretrievable. Done. Finito. Life is cruel.

a dream in the stream of consciousness

I feel the most alone when I'm surrounded by people. I know it's cliche but it's true. These people are...insubstantial. They're the plastic film on a kraft cheese square. It's like I'm in high school again. A high school of cheese...ha ha What would I be? The brie? Maybe this James Joyce fellow's got it right. a bunch of kraft cheese squares and some warm brie. They're the attention seekers hey look at me i'm a billion dollar company founded on crappy cheese. i think i'm going insane. or maybe it's the ben and jerry's. but seriously why am i always B and others act like A's. i'm a damn A+ but nooo she follows the rules and actually does her hw and cares about her education. do i think i'm better? probably; most people do