many people come in order to forget their pasts. We who remain human (while relying on A-gate redaction to save our bodies from senescence) sooner or later need to learn to forget. Time is a corrosive fluid, dissolving motivation, destroying novelty, and leaching the joy from life. But forgetting is a fraught process, one that is prone to

Beloved’s thesis is that, until a real and honest relationship with the past is achieved—until we’ve pierced the collective amnesia, overcome the level upon level of denial—it is impossible for us to have a future.