I remember when I couldn't remember anything. I sat there unsure, unable to form words of any meaning or of any real context. Nothing occurred to me and I sat straight ahead. It was one of the worst and most terrifying feelings I have ever encountered. I felt fear and an overwhelming emotion, but no memory or idea followed it. I sat there thinking about all of the things I could not remember. All of the trips I have been on, all of the stories and people that intrigue me, and my entire twenty two years that are filled with memory. All I can remember is this feeling of blankness. It comes over me every now and then and it taunts me with it's lingering uncertainty. Sometimes I try and write through it. I think about my dream from the night before. I was on Mars actually. I suppose that could be fairly interesting. I read an article yesterday about a private Danish company that plans on sending two couples, four people, to Mars in 2023. They will live there for the rest of their lives and begin to repopulate the planet. Every two years another couple will arrive. This will be broadcast and become the biggest reality show of all time. Bigger than Big Brother, according to the website. In my dream I was one of the four people. I couldn't quite make out the face of my husband, but he was tall, dark and handsome, of course. I was not afraid of leaving my friends, family and planet behind me, rather I was most concerned with the toilets that they supplied on the 7th month journey to the red planet.