The Tale of the Man who Forgets


David Mullins, Student Contributor

Walking through the streets, just watching my feet, click, click on the cold stone. I’m alone for one simple reason; every season, as soon as it changes, my brain forgets and makes everyone a stranger. You may think this is sad, but let me tell you, it’s not all bad. People don’t disappoint me because of my memory. I don’t ever cry, and I also never question why. Forgetting is forgetting; that doesn’t mean I’m quitting on this cruel life. Because even though I forget, I cherish those little things that make life worth living.