Bathroom Monologue: One of the Brightest

"I have a memory like a bear trap. Anything that enters it is captured, several ridged blades driven through its flesh and its bones are broken, effectively crippling the memory. It's likely to starve to death in the wilds of my head while it tries to recuperate from the injury. That's my mind: an inescapable device that damages and detains information until I'm ready for it, or until disease sets in."