September 10, 2008
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…pensive about a pensieve…
It’s 2:30 in the morning and I can’t seem to sleep. It’s not that I’m not tired or anything, far from it actually; I just have a lot on my mind. I kind of wish I had a pensieve like the one Dumbledore had where I could empty all of my thoughts and sift through them at a later time. Wouldn’t that be nice? A clean slate whenever you wanted it, untainted by the nonsense of the inept and the ignorant. I guess one could argue that’s what forgetting is for, but that’s just too dangerous and too much of it leads to Alzheimers, which is not a pretty sight. My grandmother had Alzheimers. Fortunately, she didn’t have to suffer for very long with it. It’s painful to watch someone’s memory deteriorate, and even more painful, when you’re part of that memory…
Comments (4)
I cannot sleep either.
You held the memory too so it was not all lost.
It’s definitely sad when you see grandparents lose their memory. I hate it when I see some family members get short with my grandma! Glad your grandmother didn’t suffer long.
I want an invisibility cloak