It's peculiar how time erases and dissolves memories and situations as easily as a rubber removes a faded pencil sign. How moments and events, which at the time were weighted with importance and significance, fade into a mist of oblivion and dreams. Life without choice is merely a distant recollection, a dim anamnesis soon to wither away and shrivel into a myth. Time continues to roll on, carrying on its back new events, successes and horrors. Old problems are replaced with new issues. New disasters displace old failures. Fresh lives take over old ones.

In this way life when the cure was forced upon all and love was a forbidden a disease is beginning to disintegrate into a mere memory. It shall never truly be forgotten but life has a mysterious way of carrying on, developing and changing.

We did not just take down the walls of Portland; we succeeded in our ultimate task. We breached every wall the cure helped establish and from the wreckage of materials and people a new society budded. A society that flourished with passion; feeding off love and hatred. A society that revolved around opportunity and the freedom to choose. The liberty to choose of course led to civilisation with the opportunity to have the procedure or to deny it and live a life ruled by your emotions.

I am not trying to say that life now is perfect and sublime because it is far from it. From the remains of a revolution power hungry leaders seize the tatters of what once was a civilisation and model the remains into their own ideal society to pilot and direct. Nor however am I trying to stay that life is no better because it is. We have choice. Not just to love or not to love but to live where or as we wish, talk to whomever we want, go where we want when and how we want. We have freedom.

Alex and I embraced that freedom with open arms and ran with it as far as we could.

*Work in progress*