“Little solace comes/ to those who grieve/ when thoughts keep drifting/ as walls keep shifting/ and this great blue world of ours/ seems a house of leaves/ moments before the wind.”

― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

When he thought of his memories, he imagined a tree in fall. Leaves falling away like a year of his life, suddenly forgotten. Eventually, he knew, all the leaves would be gone, but he liked to think he wouldn’t die when this happened, but he would become new again, like a baby. It was a strange day when he looked outside to see the tree in his back yard only had one leaf left. When it fell, his life would change forever….