I forget what I read. Even in the best case, I retain little more than a vague sense of things, perhaps a fragment, a single thought. When I like something, I can rarely say why.
The problem applies across the board. I forget things. It’s as though my head is an Etch-a-Sketch. When I shake it, I lose everything.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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