Army Ants: Genre Undetermined

He lay down amid the army ants, knowing or remembering or--no, not remembering--believing as he'd been told that this would be the pain to end all pain. He couldn't remember the last time, not clearly. It had been bad, but he couldn't feel it anymore. He could hardly remember it. It was like a dream, and so was the stuff that had happened the week before it. This time, he hadn't dallied as long. It was only yesterday that he wanted to forget. He had faith that he would survive this, that it would fade and he would blank out this and the day before. More thoroughly, this time, because he hadn't waited so long, hadn't let the memory paths get worn down as he tread over them. No, he would be in agonizing pain and it would sweep his memories clear. The next week--he thought--he would spend writhing on a--

Inspiration: My day calendar: "How to Deal With Army Ants." That triggered some thoughts about pain and I remembered how extreme pain kind of acts as a memory wipe.
Story Potential: I'm torn on this one. It's not really a story idea as such, just a neat idea that doesn't lend itself to plot or character, much. Eh. High.
Notes: Because it does catch my interest.