Remembering something from the past? you are creating it right now as evidence for who you are now.

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

. . . Thisis not the same river at my fingertips. There are no paths, no sunken roadsfamiliar in the forest, by which we canretrace our steps, by which we can escapeby which we can...

I thought you’d be gone by now.” Velkan”Hardly, I have to much to do.” Esperetta”Such as?” Velkan”Apologize to you.” Esperetta”Why would you do that?” Velkan”Because I’m stupid and pigheaded. Judgmental. Unforgiving. Mistrustful–you can stop me...