Forgetting is inevitable. As we live, making new memories, we have some old ones drowned. I no longer remember much of my childhood and the time wasted with my high school friends, I smile when I am asked about the last time I genuinely laugh, and I feel uneasy about picturing myself being forgotten by my future self. Well, as least things in the present tense are good. Re-reading the poem, I think I would eat the fish from the Victoria Harbor, if I managed to reel in one. |