There are things on my mind that I don’t feel equal knowing.
Someone lost their eyes in the 1700’s due to a technological malformation and as a result I have the memories of a fellow who lost his sight without any tech to remedy the issue and spent his days without vision in a foreign land without the medical tech or communication system required to request and receive assistance which would’ve been too far out to help in this case anyway.
This is a ‘fluffy’ ‘teletubby’ kind of memory, not quite terrible, not very quaint in the scheme of things.
These are more of bag thoughts that don’t go away. Nightmares, no, but ways things gone that we know could’ve gone better with more training and better safety measures in place.
We all feel reasonably responsible. This is the kids version of the memory.