I watched things unfold endlessly. As I stood there by the window overlooking part of the city, thoughts started to drift off. Far away to a distant time. I remembered it vaguely, like a dream of sorts, just more realistic. I had seen this city before, at a time where nature wasn’t preserved in enclosed parks and cities did not have to be encased with a dome-like structure. I wasn’t me back then, or was I? In the grand scheme of things, who can say for sure. I lived, loved and suffered many lifetimes. I witnessed progress, decline, war. The only thing that remained was me. Unable to remember my first kiss, the first time I rode a horse, the first time I got a job, the first time I married and had kids, the first time I had to watch them die before me and bury them. I wished I could have died instead. I stepped back from the window and looked at my empty apartment. That’s when I remembered. No more materialistic mementos. Nothing to cling any emotion or memory onto. That way I kept myself safe from feeling something. Because if I did, what would it have been for? Everything means nothing if one lives forever. So I walked over to the window and watched as I always did.