The first question in my village is
“Do you remember me?”
The biggest offense is saying no
The easiest lie is saying yes
It makes sense
Who are you if no one knows you,
if no one remembers you
But death comes for us all
Us and those who remembered us
We all go from dust to dust
You may or may not be ready
to be forgotten
But can you live like you will be?
No Parachutes 