It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no longer even history.

The world forgetting by the world forgot.

What I forget not only ceases to exist, but never really existed in the first place.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...

ما يُنسى يبدو كأنّه لم يحدُث قط .

[M]ost of what happens actually is forgotten.

The dream that doesn’t feed on dream disappears.

Memories fade into dust.

Lo que se olvida es como si nunca hubiera sucedido

Wonder, indeed, is, on all hands, dying out: it is the sign of uncultivation to wonder.

Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:
So were it with me if forgetting could be willed.
Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring,
Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.

Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

All the images and impressions and countries and continents he'd vised had been erased. What you don't remember never happened.