A monochrome memory.
A distant memory swallowed by white noise.
‘Do not forget.’
‘I want you to remember.’
Whose words were they?
‘Of course. That is my job.’
I felt like I was proud to say that.
I looked up at the stars from the sand.
The end of the galaxy. Ashes falling from the sky.
It was so beautiful.
I collected and arranged fragments of memories.
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
‘Do not forget.’
When was it? Where was it?
I have already forgotten.
Buried in the sand and ashes, I looked towards the stars.