i can't imagine what it feels like to lose your memory, and i can't imagine what it's like to live in fear of being bombed to pieces, or to live under a psychotic daily endless occupation. i've said i can only imagine many times. well i can imagine, but only what i imagine, not the reality. i can say i can't imagine, but i can empathize anyway, because we are connected by some kind of spirit of life or something, not knowing what life is, only that being alive somehow we want to continue living, though living i imagine because i've felt it can be almost unbearable.