It seems that all his life, life was preparing him for this, the stage with no memories. No old houses to see, no childhood stories to relive, no family photographs to revisit time and again. Whatever he had loved became distant eventually, whatever he had collected was left out, whatever he built, disappeared on its own. The good thing was, he could’t look behind. A man with no memories can only look up to the future, right?
00:59, May 28, 2014