Well, it's been two months to the day now. Nearly forgot. So today's a day for me now to remember things. People and pets who have died and left me. Things that were once dear to me and which I lost, through mistake, carelessness, or generosity. People who simply drifted out of my life, and people out of whose lives I've drifted. And, of course, people whose leaves taken from my life were a bit more painful and messy. And remembrance, in a sense, of the future as well, the anticipation of things that I will lose, echoes of pain I haven't yet felt, other lies that haven't been told to me (by me myself?) yet.

Contemplative remembrance day, everyone.