memory

"I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time." - Banksy

i love memory and the idea of remembering. i believe that some of the most astounding life moments is when you suddenly remember something you have forgotten: a face, a name, a fact, a lesson or even something as relatively minuscule as an errand meant for fifteen minutes later.

the idea of remembering the past or an upcoming event in the future is extremely precious to me. perhaps, that is why i insist on pouring out my brain into books and papers constantly because i have a fear of forgetting. perhaps, that is why i have such an intense lust and insatiable appetite for history. people and their stories deserve to be remembered. no one and nothing should ever have the power to erase one's story. and while i cannot stand the idea of forgetting, one of my greatest fears is to be forgotten, being erased from any story.

i am here. i live. and while i live, i must live a life that demands explanation. for when i greet hades, i want, not only to not be forgotten, but for my life to mean something joyful and positive in its remembrance.