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