THE YEARNING ARCHIVE 1 Remembering. Often treated as something effortless and natural, easily taken for granted by the human-mind. It is a wonder how such a small organ can preserve entire moments, memories lived in seconds, yet carried for a lifetime. It was indeed a luxury to have the privilege to revisit the past as if flipping through a well-kept album, a treasure that can be held until your last breath. But what if what comes naturally becomes uncertain? Without a warning, a piece of your soul has been taken by time. Small loss. A quiet grief. Worse, a distance growing- not in space but in recognition. What does it feel to harbor for the fragments that were once whole, once yours? When memories suddenly are deserted in one's mind, how can love be still there? How can love survive against a heart that remembers nothing? How can it endure the absence of memory that once defined it?