sudden flashback

oh i remember my clothes from one of those walks black leggings black leggings t-shirt and nightmare high heels. yes, i remember how we were dressed. i was sitting on his neck and he was carrying me down the street. it wasn't hard for him but it was scary and funny for me. passersby looked scared.
I don't know how we didn't fall down and break our necks. I remember right, honey? He never hears.

But the fashion of the time was a nightmare.
Ouija, how did we get there? Here?
 Maybe it's time for me to write my memoirs, don't you think?
Damn transparent thoughts. You can't touch them or you'll end up in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, transparent things.
This is exactly the kind of memoir
Mr. Nabokov, did you see your name on the wall of Congress?
you're hallucinating your great-grandfather's name. what a pity.

Yes, “blond locks of hair, beautiful neck” is a sketch of a portrait.
in two strokes.
I'm gonna steal everything from everybody.
But we have to take ourselves out of our pasts to do it, Ouidji.
or we won't have the strength.
And why are you interested in taking it with leggings and shoes?
Without. We'll leave the clothes there.