I wonder what will become of my memory. Will

I wonder what will become of my memory. Will I "live" on for five years? Ten? Those who know me, will they speak my name often? I just can't help but wonder...

if the memory I have tried so hard to build was grasping at imaginary fibers. For those that do not establish an importance are doomed to rot in nameless space.

My Space. Appropriate, wouldn't you agree? It's where nameless, imaginary, unimportant people meet to become real. It's where I live, actually. And you're invited!

Because you are unimportant too. Thank god we are pointless together now. Why, my heart swells with lackluster nameless sensations as I hold you. Our kissing is insignificant.

How I long to spend many boring hours with your unremarkable face. Our lovemaking will be tepid at best and I will feel indifferent to every second of it.

Completely detached, I shall swear my finite and mundane love for you while you watch Friday night football and pass gas on my sofa. Together we shall walk the dead primrose path

to debtor's prison, where we'll waste the rest of our lives in doom, despair, and unrequited love. . .for I will have moved to someone else. . .someone who has nothing in common

Will have escaped too and we will be like the characters in "The Road". The charred ruins of the old world will be our path to survival. I carry a pocket knife, so beware of trying

steal my pockets. Not all learned the lessons The Road had to impart. I never knew who had learned which lesson & which hadn't I. I wasn't looking for a phoenix but to see the egg!

And at that moment, that very instant in time, I realized THE PHOENIX AND THE EGG WERE ALWAYS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, WAITING FOR ME TO RUB THEM INTO MY SOFT FLESHY BELLY.