If I've boasted about my memory too many times here for your liking, you will be pleased to know that it's really served me no use. If combined with an ability to foresee events, then maybe the memories would serve to be of some use. But as time goes on, it becomes scarily clearer that this is not just a game, a temporary phase that will end. This demon will not stop. I can hardly remember the person who started this blog. I envy the time he had before him, and regret how much of it he wasted. But I also worry that all those years may prove to be nothing to anyone else. In which case, why did they bother happening at all?