The absence of memory is a scary thing. If you can't remember something, it’s impossible to move on with your life. Perhaps it’s something as simple as forgetting that song you heard, or where you put your sunglasses, or maybe even your own name. No matter what it is, forgetfulness will push you to insanity, and keep pushing and pushing, spiraling you deeper and deeper into the chasm of despair, until it is the only thing that remains. You cannot kill forgetfulness, because it does not exist. It is not an object, it is not a concept, it is the exact ABSENCE of everything. Even if you remember something, it is only because forgetfulness is letting you think that you won. Lulling you into a false sense of security before it finally swoops into your life, and destroys you from the inside out before you can even blink. And the last thing you will ever remember is that you forgot.
“The last thing you will ever remember is that you forgot. Huh. That’s a pretty good line. I had one more thing I wanted to write down to finish the story but I must have forgo-”
The writer of this story has been taken over by forgetfulness, and has vanished from existence. He has been destroyed, faded, perished, forgotten…