Exodus

Thank GOD this year is going to be over soon.

Already I have forgotten most of the things I thought I’ll cherish. Easy forgetfulness is nice on cruel occasions, I suppose. But humiliation one cannot forget. How useless, then.

I imagine when I am old and grey I will only have stories for memories.

But the people who inhabited my head are all leaving me. Only the sad ones visit, when I need to vent.