A young woman sat quietly in her hospital bed. Beside her the morning sunlight bathed her newborn son, asleep through the chatter of the cicadas outside.
The doctor smiled. The baby was perfectly formed.
“What’s your baby’s name?”, asked the doctor.
The new mother looked down silently. The cicadas chattered on. She looked up,
“I forgot”, she said.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

































…then I have so much to look forward to and torture others with in my old age
…then I have so much to look forward to and torture others with in my old age