“I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.”
“But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.”
“These days there seems to be nowhere left to explore, at least on the land area of the Earth. Victims of their very success, the explorers now pretty much stay home.”
“What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?”
“And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.”
“The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.”