The flight, in a too-small jet, dodging thunderstorms, cured Pip of any desire for future air travel. She expected death the whole way. What was interesting was how quickly she then forgot about it, like a dog to whom death was literally unimaginable . . . Dogs again had it right. They didn’t trouble themselves with mysteries that could never be solved anyway.

– Jonathan Franzen, Purity


Archiving is the new forgetting.

Never post a live animal to someone as a surprise forgetting it’s a Friday before a bank holiday weekend, I hope the puppy is ok.

People look down on certain jobs forgetting at the end of the day SOMEONE has to do it. You have to start somewhere

My parents put on the AC forgetting that my room is in the basement, aka it’s as cold as Alaska winters.

What is the Greek term for a people intent on forgetting their Past?

My biggest regret in life is forgetting your Snapchat name.

Forgetting is a miracle of the natural world. No stone or river or tree can be as cleanly erased as a memory.

We are forgetting how to rage against the machine.

Paul uses verbs like “pressing, reaching, laying hold of & forgetting” to describe the believer’s posture in this journey of deliverance.

NYC as a place where trauma is overtaken by commerce, forgetting, or misremembering. Someone really should write a novel about this…

Focus on forgetting: how to remove your ex from a photo.

Gotta go to the dentist today, so if you need me I’ll be over here power-flossing for the next few hours to make up for six months of forgetting.

Most of us think we’re incapable of forgetting our kids in a hot car.

Never liked the concept of forgetting.

Forgetting. Remembering. Industrial arts. Freedom.

I keep forgetting that it’s Tatiana Maslany trying to stop Tatiana Maslany from killing Tatiana Maslany.

My life consists of work, going to the gym, and forgetting to feed my fish.

To get my parents in the car and take me to the soccer game without like forgetting something is really a challenge.

Woke up early to get a jump start on the day, forgetting that there was no point because eventually I’m going to die.



A great drone piece. Kevin Drumm’s calmer and more meditative work is very appealing, especially with the knowledge of how abrasive and challenging his sound can get.

But what is going on here in terms of the positive or negative mandate in the title? Is there something sinister underneath the calming effects of listening to such a long drone, something lurking that we try not to acknowledge? Is Drumm asking us to forget Sheer Hellish Miasma, providing us with some breathing room, or is he trying to lull us to sleep, where a different set of memories and associations will be confronted? Was he himself trying to forget the darkness of Imperial Distortion with an hour-long come down?

And with the cover, is there a contradiction at work between the cemetery on a bright day, a funereal nod, and the levity of the drone, a too easy equation of forgetting, death, and peace? Is Drumm playing with our desire for placid sound by pointing all signifiers towards the plaintive?