thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] all life long the same questions, the same answers. [samuel beckett]


February 02, 2009

the aftershocks

if it had been a storm - a hurricane, for example - we could expect a quiet moment after everything came crashing down. but see, it was more like an earthquake. it came from within the earth. it consumed itself in a moment, and destroyed everything on its wake. and now it's time for the aftershocks, a restless time when we breathe with fear and when the only thing we can do is to mend some minor wounds and to find a shelter strong enough for us to carry on. and there we are now. there we are.

4:13 PM

 

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