[ joe is happy to walk with her, he loves a good ramble. ]

I try. My sketchbook is a journal, but memory is a tricky thing. I have forgotten my sisters' names but my family remembers for me.

[ andy doesn't know her own sisters names but she always remembers yusuf's beloved baby sisters for him. he remembers the desolation of not being able to remember. ]

Their faces are in a journal somewhere, suspended in time though they grew up and had families of their own. [ the family name died with him but he knows he has great great great etc grand nieces and nephews out there. ] But I can't see them in my mind anymore. I don't remember the first time Nicolò kissed me but he has told me enough times that I remember the story. I remember every time I have seen him die.

I remember the stray cat I fed as a boy. [ he chuckles there. ] There is no telling what will stick.