There is something eerily familiar about this movie. Perhaps it's just my weird fascination with the malleability of the mind. Some of the movies I've been enjoying as of late involve anterograde amnesia (e.g., "Memento","50 First Dates") And of course, there's the whole field of inserting spurious sensory stimuli into people's brains (e.g., "The Matrix","Dark City", or "Vanilla Sky"/"Abre los ojos"—which reminds me, that last one is probably what "Eternal Sunshine" is closest to in many ways.)

Maybe it was the sequence strange dreams I had last night. I felt like I was reliving certain experiences (none of which I can recall at present) and that all the memories were for some reason being munged and distorted, dissolving into incoherence. I actually ended up waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, wondering whether the coenzyme-Q10 that I had taken had caused some major brain damage.

There are certainly people out there who would heartily agree with the idea that I have already suffered some severe brain damage, but that is another story entirely.

Anyway, this movie reaffirmed things that I should've already known anyway. That you better be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it. That memories are irreplaceable. That they define who you are, or, more accurately, who you think you are. That memories are the only way to keep hope and happiness stored, even if they have limited half-lives. That no matter how good a job you do of trying to forget something, sometimes, they come back to bite you in the ass at some point or the other.

Not to give too much away.

So I worry about this numbness. And then I realize that maybe I shouldn't worry so much.