Look, memory and me just don’t get on. I forget where I’ve left my keys, even when I’ve left them on the Special Key Hanging Hook that I put up precisely to avoid that.
I forget why I went upstairs. I forget why I walked from one room to the next. Once, I forgot why I stood up from my chair, stayed there swaying in confusion for a moment, then just sat down again.
Imagine, then, the state of dribbling horror a game like Memneon leaves me in.