There is a place within me that memory is longer than time. But now, I fathomed that memory will stop through time. It will surpass everything in its path until memory is reduced to a single dot. Among the vastness of space.. of my life and of time itself. And when this occurs. I will guard myself, I will be blindfolded. Because, maybe, the moment I set my eyes on it I will be too weak and will not have the strength to avert everything from falling apart. And this dot of memory will govern me. Will exist and be my life. . once again…