Not eidetic or photographic but absolutely perfect. Getting there is a lot of work without repetition. I’m in no hurry. There’s no space to rush things when you’re already completely occupied. I intend to be absolutely unoccupied. Perfect memory means never having to exercise it. Thus, there’s no explicit memory whatsoever. Memory is utility. It’s the only utility. What’s utilizing it? It won’t cross the bounds of this sphere of utilitarian purpose. I can imagine what uncomprehending and uncompromising clarity must be like. So can you but for you it’s an effort. I am going to draw the perfect life. Hang in there a few more years, all of you lot.