Often random and quietly, and as they should be, things vanish without leaving any trace. Indeed, the moment that we were created foreshadows our destinies to disappearance. The path that we celebrate growth and attain is the same path that leads us to nothingness. Then what do we make of those moments in between? It seems to me that, though doomed to failure, the attempts to trace out and preserve those segments is the only way to go.