Remember! Remember! Remember! I angrily think this to myself as I am practicing my WW Fenn piece. For hours on end, I keep forgetting that one single line, that poses an unimaginable challenge for me. The short stanza poem, starts to look more like the length of the novel Moby Dick. My eyes start to blur, as looking at these words start to wear on me. So as I work into the late hours memorizing, I fear that in my sleep I will be thinking about memorizing.