YOU LIVE, YOU FORGET, YOU WAKE UP NEW …. “My dreams were but a means of forgetting, they were the branches tied to the galloping horses of our days, the emptying of the garbage so that tomorrow-assuming there would be a tomorrow-could be filled up with new life.” - Aleksandar Hemon Despite an entire year’s worth of dreaming and forgetting, you discover yourself at year’s end rewinding the tape, desperately looking to grasp onto some flimsy nuggets of time before the entire rock crumbles and you tumble into yet another decade.  Yes, gloat over that promotion you have hence padded your resume with, cringe over the misspoken word or mollifying gesture, feel the warmth of a friend’s words, heck, feel the warmth of a friend.  Feel, again and again and again, for you have denied yourself that out of fear. Words trigger memories.  This Wordle would have to make do for a blueprint of my selective remembrance of 2009.

YOU LIVE, YOU FORGET, YOU WAKE UP NEW ….


“My dreams were but a means of forgetting, they were the branches tied to the galloping horses of our days, the emptying of the garbage so that tomorrow-assuming there would be a tomorrow-could be filled up with new life.”

- Aleksandar Hemon


Despite an entire year’s worth of dreaming and forgetting, you discover yourself at year’s end rewinding the tape, desperately looking to grasp onto some flimsy nuggets of time before the entire rock crumbles and you tumble into yet another decade.  Yes, gloat over that promotion you have hence padded your resume with, cringe over the misspoken word or mollifying gesture, feel the warmth of a friend’s words, heck, feel the warmth of a friend.  Feel, again and again and again, for you have denied yourself that out of fear.

Words trigger memories.  This Wordle would have to make do for a blueprint of my selective remembrance of 2009.