I always find my mind stuck in the past, it makes sense to me. what is the present? a second, a day, a hairline. NOW. tell me if you know, honestly. and the future... well, who knows if there even is one. is it a predetermined design or a blank white slate we unfold onto, making our own patterns? everything immediately becomes the past, if you think about it. it happened and you know it, it's safe. I like that.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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