You can’t un-know something. Once you know it, there’s no turning back. You can forget, yes. But forgetting isn’t voluntary. You can wish you’ll forget, but then you only know it better because of all the times you’re remembering to forget.
You can hope it fades away with time, the things you wish you didn’t know. Or shelf it away in some dark corner. In heavy metal perhaps, double bolted and locked away. But come one day and – there it is! Right there. Laughing at your naivety, screaming sometimes. But always: crystal clear.
That thing you didn’t want to know, those things you wish you never knew.
