He had been walking all day. There was no destination, just away. Away from where he had been before. There was no reason to remember the names of others so he walked and with every step he forgot. Forgot where he had come from, where why he had left, and his past. It was a forgotten realm of nothing to be pushed away into the back of his memory and locked there. Then it would grow dusty, and the cobwebs of a mind would take over the space, making it useful. That is what he wished for. That is what he wanted for his life; for it to disappear.