I remember
January 21, 2018. A blank space. All that we see, all that we are. Blank spaces. It is a space? Or is it something else? No one knows. No one remembers. No one, except the Rememberer . Is that his name? That’s what he told us. Could it be the truth? What is Truth? How can we know? All I have is this blank space. I used to have a name, but now I have no name. No thoughts. No memories. Nothing. Only blank spaces. Blank oceans. I think that’s how they’re called. I heard him use the word once. What’s an ocean? I’d like to know someday. I’d like to, but how can I? I don’t know the path to them nor how they look. Only the Rememberer knows. He possesses us because he knows. He remembers. He’s not like the rest of us, blank spaces. Blank minds. Ghosts. Yes, that’s the word. It came to me last night. A ghost, that’s what I am. Now I have something to hold on to. I am a Ghost. He is the Rememberer. He can help my ghost. He will help my ghost, who is me. We called it the Death because y