“Amnesia” was what I thought to dread,That mind should cease to call up memory;“Omnesia” is mine, and so much worse—For all the world has now forgotten me.(Found scrawled on a motel notepad in Denver after the church-sponsored indigent had checked out.)
“Amnesia” was what I thought to dread,That mind should cease to call up memory;“Omnesia” is mine, and so much worse—For all the world has now forgotten me.(Found scrawled on a motel notepad in Denver after the church-sponsored indigent had checked out.)