Only the Unremembered will Remember You

Give me a memory that never did occur, not to you or anyone else. Life is full of recollections they sprout like scenic views of a dead planet. The past is only resurrected by the already dead. When you pass go you have not left the prison you have jumped back into it. O my poor dead lovers, my enemies and pals. O all those poor begotten weeds of momentary flesh, let us once more besiege any musty, old curiosity shop beg a hoary taxidermist, once more for an everlasting history of all that never was.