A good friend of mine once said that, though she may never say anything, she never forgets. While I've always been willing to communicate wronging if I value the person, I am in the same corner as her on the latter: I do not forget.

     My largest difficulty was seeing far enough ahead. It was only through building concrete examples that any larger form became apparent for me. Give me rules, give me regulations. I'll be quiet; you won't even notice I'm there. Learning mazes is fun.
     I had to take my mother to the emergency room once. Everything was clean, filed, and helpful.
     I always felt more at home in sickness.

I'm not difficult to read, Father; you're simply stupid.

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

        But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

        Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
-Andrew Marvell

Now I've been…lookin' for a job
But it's…hard to find
Down here it's just
Winners and losers and don't get
Caught on the wrong side of that line; well,
I'm tired of comin' out on this losing end
So honey, last night, I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him…

Well everything dies – baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies – someday comes back…
Put your makeup on; fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City…
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City…