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My memory before Goodsprings was as useless as a bloatfly.  I had these phases of "almost-remembering" and some things trigger them, or I'd dream about them.  It's like something on the tip of your tongue that you just can't spit out.  That was me, on a constant nagging basis.  You can see why discovering my past wasn't really my priority.  If I tried, I'd go insane. Instead, I focused on the future, and the future seemed to be in peril at the moment.  Not just for me, but for the entire Mojave. There's a lost art, I think, of following one's gut.  These days, everyone around me was so intent on their troubles, their problems, and thinking o