Geschäftsreise18 Sep 2003

Interesting. I think (open to discussion) that the middle stanza is flawed in your understanding of memories. Your brain is only set up to record memories of unique incidents. Therefore we do not carry memories of the menial day-to-day. They do not form a mass.

They form a hole in our existence - vast stretches of our life without any record of our having lived it!

I think if you rewrite this poem with this understanding it will even be stronger (and the connection between death and routine that much closer).

Just a thought.