My biggest beef with life is memory, or lack thereof, and how I have to write each thought down as it shows itself to me and, just as quickly, shuffles out of sight. I find that notes I've jotted on my hand fade all too fast, before I've thought to read them or blur so much I cannot understand their messages when I find out I need them. And when I scribble things on paper scraps and stuff them in my pockets, they get squashed, and when I have a further mental lapse, they stay there and remember to get washed. But if that's all the ill that's in my lot -- (I had an end to this, which I forgot.)
Daryl L. Houston