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In by Michael on October 20, 2010 at 11:41 pm

He spent his whole life taking photos, keeping a journal, holding on to every moment. No moment was genuine unless he felt he could save it and reflect back later.

He kept his old letters and concert tickets and invitations to friends’ weddings. So many people he had known were gone by now, but he never let go.

As long as he held on to the people that filled his decades passed, he could believe that someone would hold onto memories of him after he died. He’d be immortal that way. We remember because we are afraid of being forgotten.


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