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I wanted this to be a testament. I didn't want to forget, but I knew I would. Somehow, sometime, eventually, I would. Forgetting is so easy to do. We'll try to capture a moment on film, but after enough nights and days we lose the memory, the moment, and eventually all we can find anymore is the picture. You can't immortalise a feeling. We can hardly even find words to describe them. We'll try though, because we have to try, but they come and they go - special moments and special feelings - experiences we want to be with forever - whether euphoric or troubling - and we'll chase them until we can't remember why we were doing it anymore.
By then it has left; and there's no nostalgia. We can't feel it anymore, and so we can't miss it. We can't see how it ever seemed so important to us. Why was it ever so special? It doesn't matter though, anymore, because it's gone and we're left with bliss. Forgetfulness. The numbing of pain; the journey of sleep. Dementia. I didn't want to forget, but I nearly already had, and soon I wouldn't notice it gone.
"I want to go back..."
"Shh...you don't have to worry about her anymore."
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Part One ~ In the beginning, the land felt a great emptiness
(tbc)