maybe its times like this when you're only with yourself memories of everyone you ever met return to your presence of mind.
yet, do your thoughts of them reflect your significance in their lives?
perhaps we tend to impose our importance on those we remember most as for me, maybe one more thing to learn today: the only reality of my existence. in my insignificance. and my triviality.
no one remembers, and why should they? you're alone, my friend.