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The eye of memory follows a nonlinear fashion. Not meandering nonlinear but hasty or almost greedy,darting-all-over-the-place nonlinear fashion. As if there is a gulf in between every single second, it tries to seize every nano-fragment of it. For the fear of it plunging into the despairing abyss of irretrievable. The inescapable trap of memory. I am confused. No matter how much exertion is used, many fragments slip through and dissipate. What happened at that nano-second? I don't quite remember the details.

But I never forgot it.