I've forgottenwhat it's liketo just exist. To leave without taking anyonewith me.To abandon the photographs, and mental notes, and the scriptsof what I'll tell them allwhen I gethome. My stories are just that --mine. They don't cease to exist just because I didn't share them. And if they do,that's okay too. Maybethey alreadyaccomplishedwhat they needed … Continue reading Reminder.