Ssssssssssssss. . .

It’s midway through the The Debut with morgan when I realize that I’m losing it.

All the memories from the neighborhood.

All of the knowledge, names of dishes, names of dances, names of people.

The language, which, arguably, I never had.

My family, thousands of miles away, my brother on the other side of the continent.

It’s all escaping like a slow leak.

All just leaving me, over time.