Sometimes I am afraid that I will forget. I write down thoughts desperately and stow away keepsakes as if by compulsion. I sit by the river on nights when the wind blows through the trees and over the water, almost carrying my very soul away, and write down memories in my journal.
I wake in the middle of the night trying to remember something just out of reach. Some thought or face that has been lost to time and deteriorating brain cells. Is it possible to forget the beginning of the story? And if so can we ever remember the ending?