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long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


January 29, 2011

Prelude and epilogue

I randomly - randomly? - led myself to the archives, seeking for clues to solve a mistery that, solved or not, won't change. The first thing that I noticed was that there are no records of the ending. There is the prelude, the long, multi-layered preluded that built into the downfall. There is a short epilogue, an attempt to do God knows what. But of the ending itself, there is no trace. And I cannot remember it. It's just as if had never happened, as if the prelude led straight to the epilogue, and whatever there was in between was lost forever, an ending never told, never known. There is a date, a specific day, but of that day little memories remain, and those who do have nothing to do with that event. The words recorded in the archives give me no insight. The same questions unanswered before the fall remain unanswered today. Like I said: it wouldn't matter if the answers were found. Once the prelude of the end began, it was already too late.

3:09 PM

 

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