You are memory.
You are oblivion.
You ignore that there is something to remember.
You remember that there is something to remember.
You forget that there was something to remember.
You forget to remember.
You remember that remembrance lies beneath forgetfulness.
You begin to remember remembrance,
and to forget the forgetfulness.
Until you become pure memory of remembering,
and forgetfulness of the unforgettable.
Reminiscing.
And in the end,
memory remembers to remember you.
You are already the memory of remembrance.