There are way too many things happening at once.
We often fail to notice them all.
What's worse to know is that of the few things we do notice,
So little is remembered.

Like a life forgotten: essence scattered.

I aim to protect these few things I notice, before I forget them.
And as time goes on and my memory grows weaker, it only seems like a better idea.

So welcome,
Welcome to my memory, thoughts, and ideas: my mind.