Please remember. It does not matter whether the memory stays alive underground, attached to some molecule on your skull that once composed your tedious brain. Tonight, while viewing the vast ocean, I was alive once again. I saw my beginnings. I saw my endings. I saw my body among the undulating matronly patterns. Yet, the loquacious hands had to gather me and tuck me back under their gaze once again. And now, I am sinking deeper into this artificial world, this doomed population. They, like the alabaster waves against the backdrop of the sky that I observed tonight, seduce me. Please stop. Please stop.