And if this ship goes down I’m riding it to the ocean floor. I’ll write a novel of the obvious and title it something clever, like the trials and tribulations of life inside your mind. As the pages turn the words will burn into the back of your eyes and stick with you and haunt you yet; you won’t even realize what they mean or why they are powerful – you’ll just be beat into submission. The story goes like any other with obvious developments along the way but the subplot is a dark and twisting tale involving a multifaceted layer of emotions and actions. The hole in the roof is getting bigger and the rain keeps falling on my head as the hour grows late and I’m staring at the walls again. The perfectly preserved memories crystalized into a tangible manifestation of a time not so far away, just lingering on the tips of your fingers like it had never really left. Night lost its edge when we walked hand in hand through the intimidating shadows of architectural wonders, those are the nights that will always be with me.