Fractions of notes and images could be put together into a memory no longer than 1 minute? How could one hardly speak in such a short context, except the confidence of only remembering who he is himself.
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?