The First Last Good Name

This is the first post of The Last Good Name. Or, rather, it will be.

The grey plastic top sheet of the Magic Slate is being lifted.

The table holding the sand mandala that was painstakingly drawn by Tibetan monks is tipping.

Words are evaporating into the atmosphere we breathe.

Someday all will be a memory, a vague memory perhaps, or, more likely, a missing memory.

What is the nature of a missing memory?

The Last Good Name will become a missing memory.