Prompt: Loss of Memory - Free Write #1

In the haze of lost memory or maybe in remembrance of memories lost, I began my quest through deserts and jungles, through the most terrifying of storms and brighter days. My journey was long. So long I lost count of days. Which seems another memory gone. My hope is to find a small vial, the silvery memory swirling inside with the ghostly faces of the people I once knew. No memory can be anywhere but the brain. A memory is like beauty and it's in the eye of the beholder. Subjective in nature, never constant, never fact. Facts are only documented by machine with computer brains, not a human mind in a jar. 

Yet computers make mistakes. My brain doesn’t catch fire when it overheats, yet. Or sparks out of control when a drop of water meets the rare earth circuit surface, at least not yet. 

Rare earth's that make our smartphones and computers. They go by that name for a reason. Hopefully, we remember to recycle. Otherwise, we’ll bankrupt the earth. But the earth isn’t a bank. The universe will let it crumble not bail it out because we got greedy and took advantage of the system. No, the universe will let it crumble, hit by an asteroid or swallowed by a black hole. 

Loss of our earth if a memory loss in itself.