Sitting in the present, looking at the past. sadness happiness... the vivid colors the crysp voices once flourishing, all faded away, irretrievable eventually. nothing seems to have ever existed. except all the illusions filled in one's mind, or memories, if you prefer to call it that way.
but memories, memory might be the biggest lier ever. I always wonder: if my eyes and my ears switch locations, if my heart and my mind swap places, and i am still this honest person to myself, would my memory, those images, those voices, still be the same?
and how sad it is to be able to go back to space but never time? On the seashore, I picked up a rock, inscribed with characters i can't recognize.
2 comments:
lovely images - a bit sad 'tho. waiting for the next day's wisdom... post soon!
yeah... thank you for this post!
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