My nemesis was fictional: I wrote my narrative from the point of view of someone who cannot encode his short-term memories into long-term memories (a disorder that some people actually suffer with). However, I chose to do this subject because I do often times have trouble remembering things. Usually, it's the little things, like taking out the trash or printing an article. Although they are problematic, nothing cataclysmic results from the error. Occasionally though, I forget something huge, let's say to write a paper for school, which is obviously a colossal error. Imagining the life of someone who couldn't remember anything past a few moments reflected my situation, but also made me feel grateful for the memory that I do possess.
Here is a visual representation of what it can feel like when I forget things. It conveys the absolute power of the forgetfulness, while demonstrating how easy yet frustrating the situation can be.
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