

I’m going to write down every memory. Every secret. Everything before my memory is truly gone. I’ll write it all. I’ll seal it shut in a box as it’s wrapped in plastic and tape. Nothing will eat it. No- I won’t burry it. Should I burry it? Perhaps that’s a bad idea. I’ll sink it. No- it will be found. I’ll trap it in a sound- but what if I can’t hear it- okay I need to be smart here. These are precious you understand? Secret. No one can know these. I will not have them. A balloon? No it will pop and it will fall in the hands of someone evil. No one can find these do you understand? No one. I think I think I think- no- no I think yes. I know where I’ll put my secrets. My memories. All of it. Yes- that is perfect. It is excellent. No one will ever get them. No one will ever know. They’ll never be told. Because they don’t know where it is. It’s so perfect. I picked the right spot. I knew all along, I just had forgotten! I told you my memories where leaving me. It’s perfect. Perfect. Perfect. I’ll never look to get them again. I’ll never know I lost them. Even I won’t know where! Right now I do. Yes and I’m delighted. Don’t you worry, reader. It’s nothing awful. It doesn’t have mean teeth and dirty claws. No. Not at all. It’s beautiful. The worst and the ugly is mine to handle. It will never touch the beautiful memories and secrets. They will never be found by the hounds in my sleep.