Love Letter: 678/6.77 Sunset/Sunrise

My Dearest,

My memory was sold. Ah ... I sold it. If I remember correctly. Slightly undermining my commitment to systematically collect and catalog evidence. I think.

Tragic, but then I’m always up for the challenge: how to keep intact a credible search for a lost treasure, despite the constant erasure of data. Possibly maybe.

The merchandise reaped a significant reward. YES. What was it?

Great freshness in constant erasure. Forever fresh—forever young.

Yours. I think.

(1999-2021)