The wish from all tales of wishes gone wrong: I'd wish that I could sit for an evening, with each of you that I can remember, and that I would start with with the little fleeting bits that have stuck and then I'd hear from you the whole thing, as if you were an impartial recorder, capturing every detail in the physical world: date, time, quality of light, music playing, words spoken... But all these details would have to come f your mouth. I would not want to watch them. I would want to hear each of you tell them, every day we spent, then you would tell me how they made you feel, then you would tell me how they made me feel. And I would listen and listen. And I would cry. I would laugh. I would feel joy the way only memories make you feel joy. Different than being there all over again. Better.