Ishme Dagan leaves.

Again it was time for Ishme to leave.
He stood at the border of his village.

He began thinking about all that had happened in his life. Various images appeared in his mind, as it usually happens when electric current goes through those same brain cells.
Those brain cells that had received their first imprint and never touched again.
Ishme wondered if he would ever live similar experiences that would have him feel those nerves once again.
Then, a new thought came to his mind. What if the new experiences would alter those cells?
For all he knew about the chemistry of the brain, every time a chemical reaction went through a cell, the triggering factor would be altered. Of course, Ishme thought, new experiences will alter those cell, and alter the memory of the experience itself.

Ishme kept going deeper and deeper, following what was now a real introspection. The new experiences could alter so much some cells, to all but erase what is in my brain currently.
All of a sudden he feared the future.

He had put so much effort into living life at the fullest for all those years.
The thought of finally being back in the village and settling down had always been something to cherish and look forward to.
Now this future could threaten all the dear memories he collected.

Ishme felt his hand being squeezed.
- You never told me you lived in such a nice place

Ishme turned to his left, there she was, holding his hand.
He realized he'd never forget, because the result of all those years wasn't in some brain cell ready to be altered, but there standing in front of him.
What happened to his synopses didn't matter anymore, he was ready to start writing some great new pages into the diary of his brain cells.

- I had forgotten
Ishme smiled, and walked into the village, still holding her hand.