Apocryphamnesis

With the help of Nostalgia, Jack thought back across open fields of false memory ... the crooked ways and wishful thinking. He tried to keep a level head but as we know, Jack has the capacity to take what was once mostly perfect and destroy it, make it ugly ... now ... to take what seems balanced and knock it out of whack. What Jack had always thought was memory was not, not a remembering but a dismembering.

As he thought back to The City ...now... memory always failed, covered over with a gloss of urban splendor and decay. Lombard crossed Flatbush, Hope Street crossed Colfax ... J had the body of K had the body of L had the face of ... Even his recent memories of K-town, failures really, were covered over by some sort of sentimental goo. Disaster looked better -- enough to cause Jack to pine in its absence. One cannot see clearly when Nostalgia is in the room. Nostalgia is the detour ... the crooked way that leads Jack toward schmaltz.

Jack never looked for Disaster it just came to him ... occurred to him, welled up, beamed out, pulled in. Looking back, Regret was always the easiest sentiment to form because all it took was some pieces from a broken mirror and a handful of mud. Disaster and Regret are sometimes siblings, sometimes enemies, sometimes lovers. Disaster, when not affected by the engrammic erosion of Nostalgia, is indistinguishable from Regret. Disaster has the body of Regret has the body of Disaster has the face of...

Jack forgot. Or tried to.