White illusions and staged emptiness

It has been said that butterflies have a shots but very beautiful and colourful life. And it also has been heard that the butterflies have no memory. But how about others? How does it feel when there is nothing left behind, when there are no memories? How can there be no trail of the past. Everyone has a yesterday behind them, there’s always a past, there has to be a history. Everyone has something to be proud of from the past or something that they want to hide, not think about and forget. And if anyway...

How does it feel when there is a staged emptiness around, when all that is around, is a white clean sheet and a feeling of “just here and now”? When you look alongside the layout of the present and try to relate it to the coming future? Do you feel like any strong coincidence, or like a deeply planned and therefore strongly confident connection?