For this old friend of Matthew's, no one knew who it was or the other person's name.

It was just that on a certain day every year in the past, he would choose to go ahead with the caravan and visit this friend.

He said this friend was a very happy, yet lonely man.

He was happy because he didn't remember things, things that made him sad were quickly forgotten, he was even less likely to remember people who made him sad, and he seemed to repeat the day every day.

Wake up, look at the calendar, feed the bugs, go to bed, and never get tired.

He seems to...