He writes to be remembered. Not as a great man or even as a success. Instead he simply wants the world to know he did live once, that perhaps he mattered to someone. Obligations hang like apples, I adorn my limbs further with memories like ornaments. Some sparkle and glow offsetting the orbs of darkness that are my life as well. I stand motionless in time. Some notice me, most ignore me, but still in the end it is I. I am me.