“Remembering is dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. “The Past Tense,” I suppose you’d call it.
Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go.
Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose.” ― Alan Moore,
The quote above is pretty relatable, isn’t it?