Where do we go from here? I started off this crazy weekend by trying to make sense of these moments--these moments that you know you're going to remember--but like anything else, nothing exists without its opposite. So maybe it makes a certain kind of sense that I ended up thinking about the moments you know you'll forget. Or, more accurately, try to remember incorrectly. How do we all learn how to do that? Relive something again and again in our heads until it takes on a slightly different light, a less truthful tone, until the memory can't injure us as directly, until it joins the ranks of the more manageable.