The Last Conversation (Forward Collection, #5)

by Paul Tremblay

While you can’t know if these images are actual memories or embellishments, or a little of both, it doesn’t matter. They are yours. They belong to you and they branch away into an infinite network of new ones. These memories are proof of you,

“You lose yourself in the undeniable pleasure of remembering.”

but you feel worse than you did yesterday. There is more sand in your head and it leaks into your body, making your muscles heavy and weak.

To forget is to lose something that was once yours, that was once of yourself. But how could one lose something as expansive as an ocean in a dusty corner of one’s mind? What if, instead, to forget is to open a door to a void; the memory is not retrievable because it is not there, was never there.

Maybe your memories are creating themselves; like the solar array and wind turbines, your memories are becoming self-sufficient.