I have completed about 40 pages of this story, which is about an amazing woman I met in Spain, while backpacking. The story is more broadly about the nature of memory, how every memory is actually a memory of a memory and how we are constantly in the process of reinterpreting our past, for good and for bad. The story is completely autobiographical and about how we can control the process of reinterpretation so that our pasts can become the way we so desperately want them to be, and in my case, one in which I find Anahi again. The story is a kind of meta-story, a story about a story, a memory of a memory, where a reality of losing Anahi becomes a reality of finding her.