After MANY years of thinking of someone every day, every moment - so many years of wishing I'd never met them, wishing for a new brain, a lobotomy, an eternal sunshine pill or procedure, amnesia - I realized today it has been weeks since I thought of them at all, and thinking of them required such labored effort that it took me by surprise. I could almost hear the dialogue in my head - Think of them! Don't you remember you're supposed to be obsessed! Break time is over! - But now as I write this I feel a sort of weird lack of a lack.