for me it will be the slow decay , the failure of my senses , the graying of the world , the remaindering and misunderstanding of my books , followed by the very forgetting of my words , the pages wiped clean of all marks , and so too the wiping clean of me , my brain sinking into slow senility , utterly alone , no vestige of past family and friends left to me until , finally , when i am dust , i shall unleash a sigh of forgetfulness and leave not a trace of my existence in the world ... .