It's horrifying how quickly ties can sever, perhaps not by choice, without rhyme or reason, they just passively fade away. A passing impression left over moments, days, weeks, months or even years vanishes only to be remembered by the stars. It's perhaps a beautiful thing, everything being in a constant dialectical shift, forever moving and changing, much like a river. People you might have cherished not long ago, forever disappearing from memory, simply because the binding agent once imposed by external forces ceased to exist. A falling out not by choice, but by causality. This makes me think how strong are my bonds, how much is simply the binding agent, how will its disappearance affect them. I think the answer, as much as it may be unpleasant to admit, is that after a period of time, the stars are the only thing keeping the memories of our fleeting impressions, pleasant encounters and meaningful moments, us having completely forgotten we even had them in the first place.