An old picture of pepper I managed to dredge up from my pack. I believe it was taken in Egypt. Paying homage to my father, perhaps? The worst thing about having no memory, is that you do not know the formative moments of your youth, or even where you spent that youth. I have no idea why I am the way I am, and why I feel the things I feel. Am I typical of a man of my background, or some kind of anomaly.
Considering our current situation (which I promise I will up date on later) I perhaps should be focusing on the job, but increasingly my mind is on the wider world, and the potential for change that we as scions represent.
I hope this is not the signs of a mind losing it's grip on reality, but at least here I can let my thoughts flow freely with no fear of others intruding on my private musing. Though I love Tal dearly, she seems to a desire to know every thing I think, and I don't think I am ready for that level of openness even with her.
She had opened my eyes in many ways, and allowed me to share parts of myself no other has, something I really need to show my appreciation for soon, but that does not mean she need know everything.
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