time, a few things were built or upgraded with funding that would be more suited to a town twice this size. That was during the good times though, but now, as things slowed down, most of it sits idle and derelict. It’s boring here, but it became my home.
The memory of the town and why he was here is becoming clearer as he pours in the little nuggets of information. He can almost feel the different sections of his brain light back up as he moves back in. Each time it happened he felt slightly better, each one a different flavour in a buffet and he jumps through the notebook to sample more and more. He stops on one, the letters larger than the rest and taking up the whole page with a short sentence:
Did they die too quickly?