It is funny how the little things keep slipping away from you. Some loiter in the front garden of your Memory gradually becoming invisible and shimmying out unnoticed through the gates of oblivion. Others go with a sudden pop. (At least I reckon they must go with an audible pop - like in the cartoons I so love!) Leaving only faint clues to their existence. If at all. Clues that would eventually drive you mad. Like breadcrumbs that lead nowhere. Like an unsolvable puzzle created by some smugfaced pimply teenager.

And if they do lead you somewhere, you find a yawing nothingness. You trace your obscure memory farts only to find an absence. An absence of a memory, an ambition, a thought you might have once had!

You are buggered on all sides. Most of all by your aged RAM working with a clunky hard disk drive.