“Blogging is not writing, it’s graffiti with punctuation.” — Contagion
If you are aware of a state which you call ‘is,’
Or reality, or life, this implies another state called ‘isn’t.’
Or illusion, or unreality, or nothingness, or death
There it is, you can’t know one without the other
And so, as to make life poignant
It’s always got to come to an end
My formula for life is very simple: in the morning, wake up; at night, go to sleep. In between I try and occupy myself as best I can.
We don’t get to stay in moments and that should not be news to you. We are both familiar with the concept of time, the awful math of it, how our history always gets larger, less understandable, overweight, overworked, over and over, and memories get misfiled and complicate feelings for no good reason and some people seem more able to deal with this, to keep their histories clean and well ordered but I still don’t understand why we came unstuck from those moments we wanted to stay and why the moments we wanted to forget still haunt us.