I’ve resisted posting here for a while, but I can’t refrain.
I’ll try not to be too invasive.
I have done some recapitulating, so I’m not just dismissing it with my mind.
I’m not dismissing it at all. It works.
But I have to say that all these memories belong to a “me” which is a nice story, but fiction nonetheless.
You can recapitulate for a lifetime, or you can drop the “me” as identity in an instant.
Okay… enough said.
I’ll creep away now.