You rummage through a bag of old memories. Tear it, fake it, strain it, test it, come back to it from time to time, but mostly keep losing it by bits and pieces.. fragments so small you hardly notice that you’ve lost them. Then one day, suddenly, someone wants to pay back – may be for the pain you had caused them, or for the indifference you had showered them with, or may be, because they just like to see you suffer. They want to pay it back – with hurt. And out comes a few proofs that those memories that you don’t remember any longer did, in fact, exist.