Tangents...

The immense frustration of being able to hear original music in my head, not just riffs and scales but full orchestral movements, and not being able to translate that music beyond my fingertips.

Is surpassed only by the frustration of having neither the time nor the space to write down everything that I know before it's lost forever in time.

The day will come when nobody alive will know or remember my name, or that my family even existed.

But that day isn't coming anytime soon.