In the haze of the day after I try to hold on to the memories of pleasure but the tunnel is dark. I understand in the clear light of conscience that I have sabotagged myself entirely and yet this feels much more right. Is it right to hold onto a memory you like a lot? Is it wrong to relive the past? Like a movie well-favoured, which one keeps winding past the eyes of the mind. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it better to let go? Like a dream come true or something equally boring. I don't know.