Ruth Stone writes a poem that captures how memories, even though they may not be yours but someone else's, can impact the a person's life. Her poem titled "The Last Hotel Guest Walks on Particles Rotating in Seven Other Dimensions Controlling Lattice Space" is about a woman who goes to a hotel room, a room where many soldiers who have also resided they fought in wars long ago. The poem continues to talk about how the men who stayed in the room before her are still in the room with her. The remnants of their skin and hair follicles are buried deep in the carpet and mattress. The woman wonders who the soldiers were and what war they might have fought in. Stone says: “His feet are bound with the lint of old sheets. It's the garbage of all the bodies that have sweated here. She compounds all these thoughts about who might have been in the room before her and thinks that if she took little pieces of each soldier she could create a new droid made up of all the men combined. Memories combined or taken alone constitute something