thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the end is in the beginning and yet we go on. [samuel beckett]


January 08, 2012

Memory jar

Somethings cannot be put back together and become just as they were before the fall. We glued it back together carefully, the best we could. It is no longer a jar though, but a broken jar. Each imperfection added to its original shape holds the memory of the fall, of the fatal moment when it shattered into a thousand pieces. And despite our best efforts, it can never be the same.

1:12 PM

 

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