Every spring Trax took the opportunity to delete almost half of his memories. “Spring cleaning” he called it. He deleted all the stress inducing experiences, all the personal conflicts, all the routine activities.
It was surprising how much stuff his emotional centers recorded that was of zero use, he thought.
Every spring Trax also deleted the memories of his failed love affairs. Some might said that because of this he never learnt and never became a better lover. But Trax didn’t care about becoming a better lover. He wanted to erase pain.
And pain, like love, he had none.