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The past, filled with its cracks, when ignored fails to recognize its own temporality. It returns, it makes itself present. Pulling your legs with the flow of your own feelings, what was back in the time comes back. Just to show that your nightmares have not ended. Louis thinks he gained control, he is certain that his life will never again be what it was. He needs to keep himself sane. He needs to forget the past, he needs to forget who he was, he needs...