If something intangible is forgotten, does it cease to exist?
Every moment of every day, profound things happen that slip into obscurity simply because we don’t take the time to remember.
I have a terrible memory, but hate forgetting.
The idea behind this blog is simple:
Thoughts, moments, quotes, anything, could be sent here, at any time in the day.
I don’t want to forget the world I live in now. And I don’t want you to either.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
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