“It had been forty-six years since Dunbar had visited the moon. He stood in his bathrobe at the scenic window taking in the view. The black sky, the craters, the landscape were exactly as he remembered.
He cursed.

Dunbar remembered many things from his past. He remembered his first telephone number. The number of steps from his front door to the playground two blocks over. The exact color of his shirt when he graduated from 6th grade. The words to the poem "Kubla Khan." The way the first car he owned had to be finessed when he shifted from first to third.

He had come here to study memory so that he could learn how to forget.”
From: The Long And Short Of Long Term Memory by Cecil Castellucci