... in these anxiety dreams, I arrive too late at events or forgotten them entirely, and/or I waste time because I have to change lenses or batteries and miss taking shots altogether... all of which means trouble at work for the coming week.
My shits pushed to the back or made basically inaccessible, put into the dustiest, dirtiest places where it'll be forgotten cus I can't see it, and shits thrown away when I haven't used it for a month because I've been DEPRESSED. I'm sick of this bullshit I go through everyday.
The long-forgotten art of finding a board for a Commodore 64 game nobody knew about and turning it into your own karma factory where you could just post once every day
I had also forgotten about that sociopathic freak. I wish him a miserable day.
RahXephon is kind of a forgotten great. Or definitely a forgotten great. It's great, anyway.
This is an idea I had anyway. But Clive James’s ‘Cultural Amnesia’ cemented it for me. As loosely as that book is organised, it revolves around the Holocaust and the war as a cultural event but, above all, a moral event.
I STARTED READING THE SECOND ONE I had forgotten about its existence. THANK YOU!!!!!!
The lesson was learned almost a hundred years ago, that capitalism will destroy itself if not heavily regulated. But that lesson was forgotten by the 80s, and at this point nobody seems to even remember how to go about it.The lesson was learned almost a hundred years ago, that capitalism will destroy itself if not heavily regulated. But that lesson was forgotten by the 80s, and at this point nobody seems to even remember how to go about it.