People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Pristine and perfect, they capture the images in the life of all of us to be preserved in the eternal library of humankind's memories.
But, as the images clutter and get darker and dimmer, the lens starts to crack.
The images get blurrier and less imaginative and the mind gets thinner and darker.
Then, all at once, the images stop...they come no more.
The output is silenced and no more will memories come through.
It is done...
