Do you ever check the publication dates on old books? Or coins? Do you wonder who's fingers have crossed over the very place where yours are at that moment? What about natural phenomenon such as trees and ruins? What have they seen in their lifetime? How many storms and harsh winters have they survived?
I have an odd perception that energies from the past linger in the things they abandon. Houses, books, stories, photographs, tall buildings, weathered landscapes. Their energies still linger, I believe, for I have felt them.
One day in the not too distant future, we too will be remnants. We will be ghost stories and legends. We will be someone's ancestor.
What will you leave for them to remember you by?
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