Half of Everything

Chances are, every person, healthy or not, lives a life that, over time, threatens to take away all the memories they possess, to strip them bare of every trace of the life they’ve lived, or at least a large part of it, regardless of its importance to them. And one day, you realize that some may have already slipped away, with no way to retrieve them. That the people you shared them with are no longer around. That you are the sole keeper of those moments. And you begin to find ways to preserve what remains, in every fleeting instance of the life that’s left. Alone.

Drama