I remember learning, slowly, the names of everyone in a new job, in a new office.

I remember the weird sensation of realizing that in retrospect of my longest relationship, I turned out to be the villain.

I remember rediscovering my ability to stay up for more than 24 hours at a time for the sake of work and the toll I pay to do it.

I remember turning down social activities to work.

I remember breaking and entering into some abandoned facility in that overlooks the East River from the Brooklyn side.

I remember trusting that arriving alone in a city I’ve never been would eventually lead me to new friends, and I remember being right about that.

I remember that I spoke, at length, about theology and metaphysics with an ex adult film actress, who happened to be my roommate at the time.

I remember tagging along to friends’ shows, and the soreness in my heart that was missing being on stage.

I remember re-learning to sing in countertenor.

I remember the excitement of again living very close to good friends and creative minds.

I remember that there is a lot I cannot recall about this year’s Halloween.

I remember a limousine limozeen in there, somewhere.

I just remembered some things I forgot to list, and I wonder if I will remember this moment of unique clarity; one lined with Nyquil and the hiss of nearby surface streets.

I hope I do.

For I, ladies and gentlemen, am forgetful.