it's so BIG!

Who holds a piece of chalk like a pencil?  I sup-pooose I pooose no objections as long as he doesn't make it squeak.  It just looks kinda like typing with a pair of index fingers, in an endearing sort of way. The stammering detracts from its charm--but he sounds just like you!  But the chalk-- and then it slips!-- what was it, the opposite of carpe diem?  Fleetingly destined or destined to be fleeting?  Change is good, change is good, but what if change is bad?  Fleeting, I KNOW!-- so I want to catch it before its back alleys and car horns and plastic slippers and sagging wife-beaters are devoured by the already stifling smog.  

Oh yes, that was it--

memento mori.