Short term memory makes no difference when you've lost your mind.
It is so sad when you no longer have anything to say to someone whom you have loved. I recently was thinking about ex-boyfriends and where all of them are and what they are doing. I thought that maybe I should look some of them up when I get home, but then I realized that I wouldn't even know what to say, and that maybe I wouldn't have anything at all to say to them.
I saw Krump today, also and found I had nothing to say. I grasped for something, anything. Felt my face turn hot. Couldn't make eye contact. Our exchange was empty and that emptiness stings like an icy wind. Because sometimes the absence of a thing is what makes it the most obvious.
Anywho--back to reading DUNE. No more daydreaming.
ADDENDUM 1 (added 12:25pm):
Found this link. It was too
sick and twisted not to post. I read about it a couple months ago, in much more detail, but this article does a nice job of looking at it academically, instead from a gawking, morbid curiousity way.