Comments on: engram http://annieqsyed.com/2010/07/engram/#utm_source=feed&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=feed Trial of Words: Writings and Fragments Wed, 16 May 2012 17:18:44 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Walt Pascoe http://annieqsyed.com/2010/07/engram/comment-page-1/#comment-2394 Walt Pascoe Thu, 05 Aug 2010 01:48:56 +0000 http://annieqsyed.com/?p=1098#comment-2394 Beautiful and affective piece, Annie. Beautiful and affective piece, Annie.

]]> By: David Weedmark http://annieqsyed.com/2010/07/engram/comment-page-1/#comment-2199 David Weedmark Wed, 28 Jul 2010 02:06:35 +0000 http://annieqsyed.com/?p=1098#comment-2199 Perhaps this is why I love the fog and feel most at home between midnight and dawn. As a child the night fog filled me with dread and wonder and I deliberately set out to conquer my fears, to find comfort in the darkness. But how much of that acceptance comes from knowing that the morning always comes. And how will any of us respond when we enter such a night that shall have no dawn? Perhaps this is why I love the fog and feel most at home between midnight and dawn. As a child the night fog filled me with dread and wonder and I deliberately set out to conquer my fears, to find comfort in the darkness. But how much of that acceptance comes from knowing that the morning always comes. And how will any of us respond when we enter such a night that shall have no dawn?

]]> By: Kearabetsoe http://annieqsyed.com/2010/07/engram/comment-page-1/#comment-2178 Kearabetsoe Tue, 27 Jul 2010 14:29:36 +0000 http://annieqsyed.com/?p=1098#comment-2178 By the time my grandmother passed away, she too had developed a serious case of Alzheimer's. She would tell of the 1940's like it happened yesterday and then ask again where I was taking her even though I had told her daily for a week before that I will be collecting her for her monthly doctor's appointment. I remember the very last time I took her to the doctor, I was in a sombre mood and a tad irritated at answering the same thing repetively. She picked up my irritation and said: One day we will all be gone, and the earth too will forget we were all once here- yet alone where we were headed) By the time my grandmother passed away, she too had developed a serious case of Alzheimer’s. She would tell of the 1940′s like it happened yesterday and then ask again where I was taking her even though I had told her daily for a week before that I will be collecting her for her monthly doctor’s appointment.

I remember the very last time I took her to the doctor, I was in a sombre mood and a tad irritated at answering the same thing repetively. She picked up my irritation and said: One day we will all be gone, and the earth too will forget we were all once here- yet alone where we were headed)

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