Here I connect mine. There you connect yours. Gentle. Thoughts are delicately held in memory. Once lost. The memory up there or wherever it is is too vast to be searched. And the chance of finding it is not directly proportional to the space available. How many GBs do you think?
There joins another while some other has dropped away. I only know it dropped, unaware of what or where. I feel lighter. But I'm worried about what I missed. What if the loss permanently took away all chances of the possibility of a beautiful string? I seem to have no choice. I move on and join another.