When I begin to investigate my world and myself
I find that I need to remember everything that my world contains
I need to remember everything that makes me a unique individual
And this memory is so quick to come back to my mind every time I wake up, that I hardly notice that I recreate myself and my world every morning just from sheer memory
Because outside of memory, nothing can exist
So as I begin to discard everything that is memory based, including the universe and my identity as a separate person, what am I left with?
Do I disappear?
What is there outside of, or before memory?