Every once in a while I remember something I did when I was a child. Or something that was done to me by my father or my brother or a cousin, some injury, some humilliation. And it seems like it happened to another person a century or two ago. I'm not really sure of what I remember really took place at all. You can't build your life relying on the perception of a little boy, on the echos of some memory. You got to let all that shit go, you got to start fresh. Every single day you have got to start again.
