"But when you reach the end...?"
"It's like...."
"Yes?"
"It's like... sometimes, it's like there's a hole in my
mind. Like... where memory used to be, just this empty, gnawing...
hole. And you motherfuckers still won't let up, will you? Won't
let me remember... even if it means getting what you want, you won't
even let me remember this...
"Will you?"