What are you wearing? Who are you sleeping with? What book are you reading? What music are you listening to? Which reality TV show are you following? Those questions seem to be the definition of a time, a moment. The collective answers to those same questions from time to time compile up as the definition of you or your life, even though you don't know where it leads to.  As I starting the resolution for a new year, I can't help but counting my answers to those questions, counting my memories, lost or found. It's only sad to realize how quickly you lose it, people or memory of them.