This strikes me as possibly the most profound form of navel-gazing ever developed, wherein the navel becomes a black hole.
If you spend each day remembering all previous days, eventually you'll just be remembering days you spent remembering other days. (Which is what the author is doing: Remembering remembering).
Seems rather maddening. Why not learn a language or something?
If you spend each day remembering all previous days, eventually you'll just be remembering days you spent remembering other days. (Which is what the author is doing: Remembering remembering).
Seems rather maddening. Why not learn a language or something?