I recline; the vibrating rectangle on my chest reminds me of my obligations. Obligations to socialize, obligations to earn, obligations to buy. All I want to do it lay here and collect the vibrations currently resonating through my body. The TV blares in the background. A comedian tells stories. He presents them as they are his own memories. I think back on my own memories as the rectangle tangibly vibrates. More obligations, the same obligations. I can't ignore these obligations in favor of my memories. Meeting my obligations will help me to reflect on these memories. I will exchange my money for a forest in a baggy. The reflective forest. Essentially, money for memories.