"Memory" There was a place that use to exist. It doesn't exist anymore. My memory of this place is fading pretty badly. This is basicly a drawing of what is left of that memory in my mind. Its not exactly what the place looked like because the memory has degraded over time. This is all that remains of this place as of right now. You know, I try extremely hard to hold on to the past. Its very hard to do when others tend to so easily toss it away. Most of the things you lived with when you were small you ahve very little control or ownership over. But in a way you still very much were apart of it. When you grow up you realize that these thigns were now your own, but in the posession of others. And you can't do anything but watch them destroy it. It's a hard thing to live with.