Have you ever thought, even for just one moment, that it would be nice to have certain things erased from your memory?

Has it ever been astonishing what that one thing might be? Not the most horrible thing that has ever happened to you. Not the most shameful thing you’ve ever done. Something simple that has had as many good parts as it has bad, but that somehow makes it all the more painful. So you just think, for a second, that if you could erase that one thing, maybe you would?

And then the moment passes and you realize that you would never really take that option. That it really isn’t an option at all. It’s just what comes of staying up to late after you’ve been sick.