You repress and repress memories, but it’s on day to day moments when they hit you.
For instance, when you listen to a song and – even if you heard it before, two or three times – the lyrics hit you. And then you remember that night when you sat in the park, saying nothing, in a perfectly comfortable and not at all awkward silence. In perfect darkness. And it’s these moments you miss the most, above the kisses and all the kinky stuff.
Compass points out in all directions.
From this moment we’re over now.
With everything we do we gonna do it.
…perfect darkness is all I can see.
(Perfect Darkness by Fink)
