"Most of memories are fireworks; beautiful, mesmerizing, ephemeral. But some memories are stars; however distant and ancient they would appear every night, they influence us, make us remember some more or to dream more. Nature has no room for forevers because in its very sense, all would pass. But stars don't blind that is why life stories continue after heart breaks and disasters."
-the tale of arsonist wannabe's , Elias' Cacoethes scribendi