it's intriguing what we remember and what we forget. what we forget somebody else remembers, and what we remember somebody else forgets, and it may not be anything that helps us connect the dots, remembered or forgot. often i've thought of what it would feel like to have no words at all for this, and many times i've thought of what it would feel like to have no body, yet to have a soul that floats above what i left behind, what i thought was me.