October 21, 2019
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone
Few days are remembered
Every memory dismembered
Information bombarded
The mass discarded
We live from crisis to crisis
Through a fractal of slices
Melded and packaged together
Like a crumbling tome bound by leather
With every other word redacted
Information abstracted
We pretend it makes sense
Like our minds are programmed to think in past-tense
It's frightening to learn what you no longer know
It's frightening to know you're not who you show
"Olēka"
The awareness of how few days are remembered
The awareness that every memory's dismembered
You will forget almost every word you hear
You will forget the names of what you used to hold dear
You will forget every view you will ever see
You will forget the person you used to be
You will forget the good days along with the bad
You will forget every moment you're happy or sad
You will forget olēka and what the word means
No matter how absolute reality seems
Thoughts are memories and memories aren't real
And the ship of theseus has no steering wheel
Information erased
The past displaced
The mind is in shambles
A rambling of rambles
One hundred billion neurons
So why the fuck don't I know where my socks have gone