these are stories about:

the memories we can’t forget, the memories we’d rather forget, the memories we hope we never forget, the memories we hate ourselves for forgetting, the way memories slip away from us, slowly, when we’re not looking,

the way memories can never really be erased, but the way they disappear like the moon in the daytime, hidden in front of everyone, obscured by some greater brightness,

and the way they re-emerge at night, creeping through your blinds,
keeping you awake when you just want to fall asleep.

they go well together, try it.