Unless, Forgotten (No Forgetting, 3)

Between the oblivion already come and the oblivion that comes, there is the vertigo of memory. We end up losing their voices, without losing their face. The oblivion ends by becoming habitable. We do not close the eye of oblivion, it is the unheard language of us. Until then, we said to ourselves, the oblivion is perhaps the moment to unfold again the world of one of us, without delay.