The blackout

As you get older black­outs seem to come more often: You remem­ber someone’s face but not his name. You recall situa­ti­ons and don’t know if they were real. You’re for­get­ting things you’ve done, should have done or bet­ter not should have done. That’s somehow okay if no one else is invol­ved in that black­outs but you.

It’s not a nice situa­ti­on when someo­ne tells you “I know what you did last…”, if you know what you’ve done and it’s some­thing ugly.

How stran­ge would it be if you’ve done such a thing, someo­ne else could know it, but that one isn’t you?

lastnight

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