http://ask.fm/Nivalyx/answer/122001472502
heartfelt thanks to Fallist for his generous question
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why did I asked that?
Accompanied by the ever-shifting ambience of its surroundings a subtle
resonance drifted on the hollow nether. Like a steel attracted to a
magnet by a force unseen it demonstrates a superluminal motion ejecting
the object from its generating source.
Protecting
the content stored within its epiderm from scathe is this entity's sole
job. Its first moments in the wilderness were full of cherish, but as
it traversed further and further, darkness began to ensue. Never in its
life a saying of an easy task being briefed previously to its audial
sensories, but never in its life as well it thought that the wilderness
would be so deceiving. As it ran out of route markers on the trail it
followed sorrow began to struck the entity.
'Help
me' it shouted in desperation. 'It doesn't matter if I vanished within
an instant - what matters more is what lies inside me. Had my inner
shoutings be heard, may it be transformed into a reality'
Within
a moment after its desperate prayer, it saw light. Distantly visible is
a sanctum alien to it, radiating away a rejuvenating aura of eternity.
With its remaining fuel aboard the entity set sail to the light source
as fast as it can.
...but it had been to late.
Halfway
on its conquest, it fell. Similar to a photon flash along with the lost
of its 'mother-ship' the particles within scattered around for a short
tide until it all disappeared into the void. It went lost and not found.
What
it didn't realize though is that the entity in question is just one
among many. A flash after its disappearance, a new carrier agent arise
resurged from the core, carrying away a completely different arrays of
information.
And it all happened in seconds.
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Yes,
the above text is a tale of something called 'short-term memory'. Had
it not been rehearsed enough, it won't penetrate the barrier of the
long-term memory storage vault and will be adrift in nowhere near
forever. It's a bliss to unleash and utilize at, yet easily forgettable
after it serves its own purpose.
The
forgetfulness on your statement is an undisputed example of short-term
memory's existence. No, it's not something to be mourned on - having a
functional short-term memory is a bliss, really. Despite its curtailed
living cycle I believe there are countless moments where short-term
memory have done an irreplaceable favor to us. Without the grandiose of
our memory-processing complex this text wouldn't even exist. Nor does
your opening statement I suppose. At this moment allow me express my
gratitude to one of the most easily unnoticed - yet most crucial - thing
my mental had ever possessed :
...dear my memories,thank you for serving me your best throughout my life.
Really.
