Man with short-term memory loss talking to his friend.
You don’t understand. I can’t make new memories. I can’t meet new people and remember them. Time doesn’t exist for me anymore. There is no future, only an unchangeable past. What I do in the present doesn’t shape who I am. I can experience fear, pleasure and anger; none of which matters. I can achieve something unimaginable but not recall the event the next day. My existence can bare no new meaning, only the meaning I gave it before the accident.
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