I was thinking about all the people I know who are dead.
All the stuff - the things they said, the things they did, their station in life. How important they were ... at the time. Where has all their piled up wealth now?
Now they are dead.
I remember some of them.
Some of them.
I might be the only one who does.
But then ...
I am like a dead man, forgotten,
like a thing thrown away.