notes from prague (III): memories

i arrive at the congress center to find a prom being held there as well. good enough to see some czech girls all dressed up (as if they need any special clothing to be, generally speaking, astonishingly beautiful). and good enough to remember something i'd rather forget. memory is a terrible thing, isn't it? can't quite help it. and so, my mind is suddenly flooded with memories, memories of what should have never happened, but did. memories of the last game, of the game i was meant to lose. it's funny that it all comes back to me now, as i sit here, catching the beautiful cold outside. or maybe it is just meant to be that way, and i'm meant to be here alone in the cold, smoking cigarrette after cigarrette, unable to stop digging memories out of the dephts of my mind. it's somewhat ironic that i'm not meant to forget. bad memory, you said? i wished.