I used to be obsessed with remembering. I would make note of the tiny details like how humid the air was, whether it smells like damp cement or menthol shampoo or cigarette smoke on wet clothes--I wanted to remember it.
It's been a long time since I have felt like this.
I've met these characters before. I know them very well. I've grown to be more forgetful as I become older so I can only recall them in the few snapshots I've decided to hold onto.
Thank god, memory blurs. I don't ever want to feel like this anymore.