Where We Forget


A secluded woodsman returns to the city one last time during his attempts to shed the comforts of society and encounters another lonely soul. “Only to shuffle off my corporal jacket to slip away into the back stars, and put diameters of the solar system and sidereal orbits between me and all souls — there to wear out ages in solitude, and forget memory itself, if it be possible.” – Emerson

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