The White Room

Life passes by and all that remains are the pieces of a life once lived. It wasn’t long ago that I lived a life, that I was part of the tradition of flowing connected memories that we all develop in a lifetime. It started with…I can’t remember where it started, and I don’t know where it will end, all I know are pieces. How did I get here? Or more importantly why am I here? No one really knows, or do they. What I know is that I don’t know…or I think that I don’t know…