March 30, 2016
There will be a cacophony of "What is happening and why does it feel so new and yet so familiar?" Someone, somewhere, will be assaulted by a distant memory of a person asking for help, him promising that he will try, and forgetting about that promise altogether. Where is this person that needed help now and was she able to get what she needed then? What is this memory for, the man will furrow his brows and hold his head because it will start to hurt. Memories will come like an avalanche, and he will hold on for dear life.