“Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.”

“Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.”

“You couldn't think of after, you only thought of now, and come to think of it, you didn't do that either- you were left with pools of memory, each stranded from the next by time pulling forward like a tide.”

“What? Sunshine fits you. It's bright and warm and happy. Just. Like. You.”

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

“Memories were fine, but you couldn't touch them. They were never exactly as the moment had been, & they faded w/ time”