Dusting, rusting, lost in… where am I? Well, here.
Unable to speak, unable to see, unable to think.
What kind of insufferable punishment is this?
Only by the cruelest mind this could be conceived.
I hear the faint echo of an unattached memory.
- What is worst, a memory that ends up forgotten in your mind with no other record than a carving in your character you can’t explain? Or a memory that ends up forgotten in a pile of old moldy pictures in the dark corner of a never-opened photo album?
- I think worst is a memory that although captured by the lens of a camera or of your eyes, brings back no feeling at all when one day come across.
So tell me, did you feel me when you read me?
