Because life is one continuous failure to retrieve things that we once knew we loved.
I was looking through a drawer today and found in it a pile of photos, tickets and notes from people i’d kept from a few years ago to remember things by. I havent laughed so much in a while looking at them all, but it scared me how much had happened that i had forgotten about completely. It made me realise just how much there is in the everyday that comes along and quickly passes us by with such fragility- no permenance or stability. And somewhere within those millions of grey little pieces, are treasures i want to keep. Starting now.
- August 2011.
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