Inframundo

I am reading a book by a third generation Mexican, who is tracing the path of his family leaving Mexico before the revolution and settling in San Antonio, Texas .
He talks a lot about the ideas and beliefs of the old ones, and one struck me as very relevant;
El Inframundo
which is a place where, amongst other things, all that has been forgotten still lives.
I like that, no, I need that.
I look at my past and see a great swath of blank spaces; but if there is an Inframundo, then surely there is a space marked
Things That Alan Forgot
And there will be all the wonderful, clever, mind boggling ideas I have had but now forgotten.
There will be all the kind and loving things I hope I told the people I love but have now forgotten
and there will be, unfortunately, all the idiotic, stupid things I said and did and have deliberately forgotten.
All in one place.
Neat and tidy labeled Things That Alan Forgot.
I like that, because now I can go on forgetting things with the knowledge that it will all be there, in El Inframundo, waiting for me.