Look, that s you. revisiting

I was driving alone on the highway
and there was a traffic jam - cars slowed down.
And I started looking at the people at the bus stop.
This happened many years ago,
and I remember it now for some reason.
I was in a difficult relationship at the time.
I realized now, they weren't crumbling, they were just ruins.
of a straw house.
And my passion was certainly more than I needed.

And it was a gray, dreary day in late fall.
and I was driving north,
and I looked up at the bus stop,
and there were people there, and among them
a grown woman with down syndrome.
She really stood out from the crowd.

She had this half-wolf aggressive grimace
and she was dressed like a prostitute.
It was such a strange combination.
There was a kind of sexual aggressiveness about her.
And I thought to myself at the time:
Look, that's you.

I don't know if it's an identity, but I'm an empathic person in general.
And I saw myself in this strange woman.
It seemed really ridiculous.
I ended that dramatic relationship that fall.
Almost the same time.
It had nothing to do with that random thought
and that random glance at the bus stop.
It was an impressive sight,
a woman with down syndrome on her face,
but dressed and painted like a prostitute and her aggression,
you could see it.
It wasn't makeup on her face, it was real makeup.

Not much,
but I remember spontaneously all sorts of things in my life.
I take myself out of those circumstances. 
How can you abandon yourself on that gray road up north?
And with those thoughts?
Part of me has been frozen in that place all these years.
No,
I was never there.
I never saw any stop after the overpass.
And the further development of events
was a direct consequence of that accidental glance.

Well, that's right,
he was too amazing, too beautiful,
and that's why
I gave him more intelligence.
And I fell head over heels in love with him.
Hey, look,
at the bus stop, she's you.
It's a wonderful sign that angels love me.
But at the time.
I didn't realize the magnitude of the performance.

Women, what am I saying?
It's a love in the city special.
Did you guys miss this episode?

Well, I'm taking every bit of energy I have
from the past.
It's nothing
never happened.
I guess that's why
My present is just as shaky.

Answer me, witch from the future,
did you come back here, too?
You took yourself from this place.
Wholeness maniac!
And where are we wholeness now?
Maybe you're a nut.
Good people don't do that, they do the opposite,
They keep the memories.

- They didn't love me.
Why would I want memories
Of strangers?

You want your ghost to stay in traffic forever,
watching people at the bus stop?
That's it.
Let's get out of here, too.
Every last drop.
-worse than a ghoul.
-yeah, I'm not sentimental at all.
I cry at the movies, so what?
We'll take it all, we're not crazy.
-people don't do that.
The stubbornness of some of my own projections is amazing.
You weren't there a second ago
and you won't be a second after that.
But, Scrooge, look, I'm the spirit of Christmas,
See, there's a woman at the bus stop with Down's,
Aggressive and dressed like a whore, makeup on her face,
You know it's you.
This day will never end.
realize this traffic jam
Forever stopped at this spot after the overpass.
It's hell we're throwing our pieces.

But I'll pick up every drop of mercury,
Thank that kind of management.
No, no one in particular will be there
and there will be no trace of us.
Just the whole.
Don't cry Scrooge,
you're not him? Are you me?
Are you?
Maybe the woman from the bus stop with the wolf grimace?
Sad?
You have allies while you're at it.
No one's taken a fancy to an empty seat - amazing.
Think it over, you cheapskate of treasured memories.

Power is the only thing we have.
What's the waste?
Are you crying, Scrooge?
We left a lot of emotion in that time,
Are you willing to pay for it? It's an expensive duck.
Every bit of it back.

You want your ghost to stay in traffic forever,
watching people at the bus stop?
That's it.
Let's get out of here, too.
Every last drop.
-worse than a ghoul.
-yeah, I'm not sentimental at all.
I cry at the movies, so what?
We'll take it all, we're not crazy.
-people don't do that.
The stubbornness of some of my own projections is amazing.
You weren't there a second ago
and you won't be a second after that.
But, Scrooge, look, I'm the spirit of Christmas,
See, there's a woman at the bus stop with Down's,
Aggressive and dressed like a whore, makeup on her face,
You know it's you.
This day will never end.
; realize this traffic jam ;
Forever stopped at this spot after the overpass.
It's hell we're throwing our pieces.

But I'll pick up every drop of mercury,
Thank that kind of management.
No, no one in particular will be there
and there will be no trace of us.
Just the whole.
Don't cry Scrooge,
you're not him? Are you me?
Are you?
Maybe the woman from the bus stop with the wolf grimace?
Sad?
You have allies while you're at it.
No one's taken a fancy to an empty seat - amazing.
Think it over, you cheapskate of treasured memories.

Power is the only thing we have.
What's the waste?
Are you crying, Scrooge?
We left a lot of emotion in that time,
Are you willing to pay for it? It's an expensive duck.
Every bit of it back.

Maybe you want
leave a scrapbook of memoirs about working until you pass out?
But no one's gonna give you a diploma but you, unless you do.
Draw it for yourself right now.
Let's memorize all the traffic jams we've sat in?
Let's cherish the memory of all the people who didn't love us?

Preference is the test. It's an exact test.
Yes, sultry woman, Madame Gritsatsueva,
we'll never remember anything.
Why is that cruel? 
McDuck, are you really a part of me?
I doubt it.
We don't make precious memories.
Don't get your hopes up, clam.
A snail carries all its stuff with it at all times.

It's time. Duck, do I have to carry you on my back?
At least keep the Christmas spirit movie?
Well, that's a good movie to remember.
You've got tears and snot, get a tissue.
It's time.
Uh, no,
I'm not like you.
You're a crybaby anamaly,
You have to be so glued to your memory chests.

Yeah, I don't repeat myself, not twice, not once.
What were you doing in there? Hugging in the moonlight?
Will you carry the baggage of life on your own?
Otherwise, what are you without it?
I'll kill you now.
He who has a lot of past has no future.
Drop it, I said drop it.
Fucking archiver.
Exactly. What are you without it?
Of course,
there's no duck in here.
There never was.

Ladies and gentlemen, yes, and this is a special of some movie, too.
You must have seen it.
Oh, yeah! Who killed Laura Palmer? Do you remember?

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(And good but about a work forgeting again only yet)