A moment is a second, a minute, a myth, or just a blink. Nobody knows, but I'm aware that it is short enough for an inattention to become a regret. It’s long enough for a small split to become a fracture. Memory becomes a modern medium, taking me to step into an adventurous cranny where its entrance getting wider, and I become minuscule. Following a stream of thoughts with a certain flow of emotion, a brief moment is infinite.