You can refrigerate your memories here. But when you take them out again……will the new you really be you? If you were to get someone else’s memory……would you be you? Or them?
Keep the current you here with me. Then, if you fall in battle, you’ll be able to start anew from here.
Those secrets you keep ought to thank you. Secrets are only secrets because you know them. It took us so much effort to figure out a way to save our memories. But what if those memories you save aren’t the real you?
There’s a giant whale at the top of this mountain. Legend has it, it’s a monster that consumes memories.
You place things in the fridge in hopes that they’ll stay good forever. But the next time you open the fridge, they may have already gone bad. How strange… You must have gone through quite a lot. There are even more…colors in your memories than before.
This is a forest. If you cut down a tree, it’ll still be a forest. But what if you cut down half the trees? What if you only leave a single tree left? When is a forest…no longer a forest?
You’re a cobweb stretched across time. And memories get stuck in you, just like little bugs. But every once in a while, one silently slips through… And that, my friend, is why you forget things. Money, status, fame. Laughter, tears, song. All of these exist along the path of your memories. Whenever you run into me in the wild, be sure to save your memories. You never know what might await you on the path ahead.
Have you heard? They say you can see another world through the static of the television. Those monsters. Those miserable things walking the streets, I mean. They come here often. Looking upon me with those sorrowful, vacuous eyes… …without saying a word. Every once in a while, we run into something that seems strangely familiar. Don’t question it. There’s definitely meaning behind it.
Full of things you thought would last forever… … but are gone within an hour of dinner.
People are more keen on remembering the times they won money. But then they lose money? They just hang their heads and walk away. The people around here are quite poor. So poor, in fact, that they don’t even have anything for me to keep. So you don’t have to worry about your memories being mixed up with anything weird.
Sometimes memories develop problems. When this happened to people in the past… … they’d try blowing in the slot or rubbing it with an eraser. As you already know, I’m an expert at storing memories. But when it comes to memories themselves, I know very little.
This feeling of being underground-it’s familiar, yes? The murky air. The cramped spaces. Intuition and experience are one’s only guiding light on an adventure. You’ve gotten stronger. But getting stronger isn’t your goal, is it? The wind may blow away the MIASMA, but it can’t blow away the haze around your heart.
Aside from that ubiquitous banana milk… … monkeys’ memories aren’t that different from humans’.
I’ve seen some movies before. Some were great. But most were awful. I’m guessing the movies here constitute mostly the latter. I’ve seen a few crazy memories in my time. Believe me. Some people? Have crazy abilities.
There are countless memories in here, some even older than me. But I’m afraid that no one will ever load them again…
Despair is like the ice in your memories. Until you’re able to forget, the ice will never thaw. Memories are different from other things. It may be cold here, but if you don’t store them properly… … they’ll still go bad.
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Quite the strange place, wouldn’t you agree? Some people enjoy collecting machines. Naturally, machines, too, will also collect people.
Not all reunions are a happy affair. But turn back now, and there may not be an opportunity for a reunion at all. Must you really go this time? I’ll miss you. In the coming days, I’ll be like a particle, a wave, travelling across the universe. The universe called John.

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