Station Eleven

memories. that's all we have. we live for them and we create them. we remember, we escape and we reconnect with them. again and again, we reconstruct them. and we play. we live with in. all alone or together. we stand and watch. the sunrise. we live, we love, we fade. rivers and roads wait for us or not. maybe just one thing wait for us. one fine morning and the sunrise. then we safe.