Does every story need a conclusion, or a beginning? My story never even began. How do people conventionally start... I was born into this world and started developing memories somewhere along the way. There are records of it. Some paper, some digital. But that isn't really the beginning, is it?
I must have been something before all of that transpired.
What about an ending? Well, at some point, probably. It stands to reason - that which started must one day end. Will we find it in death? Or something beyond..
Time is a harsh mistress. Whatever it is that keeps me here can only last so long. And then all the permanent memories will be enveloped in impermenance, one by one, in a neat single-file line. Until they disintegrate. And dust is all that remains of who I was between the beginning and the end.
I certainly wouldn't exist a thousand years from now. Not in the ways you and I understand me. Not in my physical form, not as an ancient memory. What is there to commit to memory, tell stories about? My tale bestows me another speck of dust in the lake of bygone wishes.
One always tends to be on the wrong side of a millenium, one way or another. Is the other side the right side? Maybe they're both wrong.