“One day in the future everyone who was there would be dead and there would be zero memory of the event. And even right now, I knew that my memories were faded and falsified by the passage of time. I opened a blank document, thinking for a moment of a poem, ideas streaming through me just out of reach. I have believed for a while that all poetry is saying the same thing--I am here--although what the poet really means is, I was there, because all poetry is just a letter to some future reader. Everything boils down to that one sentiment. I was there. I was there, and I felt things and saw things and sometimes I understood them, but most of the time I did not.”