Dark Alley Memory

A memory roams the dark alleys of this city, looking for a host to inhabit but can’t find anyone. “Where have they disappeared to?” the memory asks itself but it cannot remember – there is a different memory roaming the same street that keeps that kind of information, but memories, as always, are impervious and possibly invisible to each other, selective to the death. That other memory knows that everything is gone, that there is nothing left, but bits and scraps of the chaos it once was, yet it doesn’t give up, it will never give up, and continues to do the same thing it’s been doing for ages, floating slowly through the deserted corridors of grey buildings, looking for someone to finally remember. “There are these two wise goats…” the first memory repeats to itself again, just-in-case, to preserve the message for the next host, as it gradually falls apart in the silver light.