Writing Fun | Ep. 110 : Memories Last Breath with Gerda Saunders

A painful book even to browse for an hour as I just did at the Cranston Public Library in Rhode Island . No solace of the Christian religion here . Last page : " A final forever. And then: no you , no tomorrow, no yesterday , no names, no memory, no molecules, matter itself released into energy, single photons stretched across light-years of space . But here and now still : the magisteria of a mind , the grant if an interval to sound the ordinances of world without being ". Reading these words I feel a horror chill like the one felt years ago after seeing " The Night of the Living Dead " at my neighborhood Park Cinema : " They're coming to get YOU, Barbara ! "