This is hard, though. To imagine no tomorrow takes a lot of effort. It’s scary.
I have a terrible memory. Sophie tells me that I only remember what I want to remember. I wish this were true. I remember a tiny fraction of things each day. My retention rate is appalling.
Once I worked in a pub and there was a man with Alzheimer’s. He used to walk into the glass collecting room thinking that it was a toilet. When we told him it was the glass collecting room, he would