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This morning I was going through old papers from my prior job. I came across a card from a lover. The card was covered in cloth, and there were elephants emblazoned on swatch of black, with white at the fringe. Inside it said,

"While reading Cat's Cradle, this quote made me think of you."

"They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollecations of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons."

"I hope to someday find someone to discover new things with. Right now, in this moment in time, that person is you."

"Brian- thank you for always being there for me. I love you."

- Hua Hin, 2015

At this point, I thought to myself, "Hua Hin? Who the fuck is Hua Hin?" I was stricken with sadness. How could I forget a lover? How could I forget a name? How could I forget a love that had caused someone to leave me such a tender and gilded message, and to go so far as to draw me a picture.

How gone is my mind, that I cannot even trust myself with the memory of a beloved? Am I becoming like Mahershala Ali's character in True Detective? Will I lose track of more and more? The other morning I found out my internet was broken, because I had taken the plug from the router, but had not replaced it.

I realized, there were two Brians at my old job, and his letter had gotten mixed in with my belongings.