[ WP ] The rest of the population forgets the previous day each night . Welcome to the Alzheimer 's loop .

You know, I think the retail employees handle it best. Every morning without fail, they ’ re always there stocking shelves and running the checkout. I imagine a lot of them never even notice half the time. I bet they get up, go to work, go home, and back to bed and don ’ t even give the day a second thought. They ’ re stuck in Groundhog Day and they don ’ t even realize. Good for them. 
 
 The rest of us aren ’ t so lucky, and yes, I do group myself with the others on this point. I ’ m not exactly some important person or anything. I can ’ t *fix* any of it, and even though I still remember the progression of days, weeks, months, I ’ ve no more understanding of *why* than anyone else. I gave up trying to explain myself to news media, or the government, they always just give me a headache. Plus that one time I had to sneak out of a military base in the early hours of the morning. That was loads of fun. So I just resigned to stay quiet. 
 
 Lately, I mostly go about my day like normal. I sleep in and wait for the world to finish freaking out a bit, they usually blame it on some sort of astral-solar interference or whatever. At least the media does, very rarely do government officials weigh in. Which is kinda weird. Maybe they prefer not to start a global panic without knowing anything first? Who knows? Certainly not me. Or even them, come tomorrow. 
 
 It ’ s been pretty odd, and often scary to be the only one who remembers yesterdays, but once I accepted the fact I ’ ve found it to be kinda freeing. I can do or say most anything I want, minus the really extreme stuff. I travel as much as I want. Sure, I ’ ve done some petty crime, and made use of my memory for personal gain, but nothing too terrible. Nothing that would stand out above the usual chaos, at least. 
 
 It ’ s amazing how well the world still functions in 24 hour increments. People are good at adapting, and society hasn ’ t just fallen into ruin. But things are changing. The first month, everyone was just confused. People simply got the days mixed up, it wasn ’ t the 4th, it was the 14th. How silly. But it ’ s been almost six months now. But children still grow. And people still die. And I really can ’ t imagine how it feels to wake up next to someone you ’ ve never met in a city halfway across the world, or to wake up and realize you ’ re suddenly six months pregnant. Eventually, the changes are going to be too much. Everything will be so drastically altered from “ yesterday ” that the world will start to *really* fall apart. 
 
 And it wasn ’ t until today when I finally had the most terrifying thought of all. One that is ultimately motivating my next actions. I was lucky for not thinking of it before. After so many years, almost everyone who remembers the passing of time will be gone. And who will be left? The children. The poor wretched children who have never and will never know a past, who will never be able to accomplish anything more than the most basic instincts. Animals don ’ t have a concept of time, but they have memory. They learn from their parents, or from their past mistakes, all but the most basic creatures have some sort of memory. But the timeless children will not. They will be more helpless than any other creature. The human race will fall hard and fast, and I ’ m sorry, but I don ’ t want to be around to watch that happen. I just can ’ t. So I won ’ t. 

