This Memory

This memory is a memory of a memory. And that memory itself, is nothing but a memory of another one. Each memory is an experience in and of itself and each experience becames less sharp and less heavy until the feeling and effect of the original tangible experience is nothing but an abstract narrative of our own tendency towards self gratification and the strange channels that our brains grow to prefer resulting from thier environmental inputs. But you know that. And I know that. And I know that you know that I know that.