I get rid of memories selectively, as a form of self-salvation. A playback of the episodes I have lived renders no clue of who I think I am in the present. I guess many “me” reside in different parts of my memory. And the me of the present chooses to eliminate one of them.
Like the replicant interrogated in Blade Runner, the person I am now is subjected to the scathing gaze of others. And now he decides to disintegrate his existential consciousness, by sending that of the past into exile, to the horizon where it truly belongs.