Every time I meet a new person, I wonder what I will remember about them in ten years. His hair, that on anyone else would look just bad, but for some reason works on him; her inquisitive smile and sparkling eyes; their laugh; the necklace they always wear; the sunglasses that were supposed to make them look cool; What will I think of when that person enters my head? So many pieces of today become the fragments of our past tomorrow. It can be a beautiful thing.