Friday, October 2, 2015

"You tell me what it means."

"It is not clear-cut, this retracing of steps that begins in innocence. We do what we have to do. We move on. We forget. We become someone else. We become ourselves. And what we think we forget is never really gone. We don’t have time to remember. We don’t have time to forget. You tell me what it means. This is life passing us by slowly, then gaining speed around a corner and then another corner. We go with it. We have no choice. Somehow along the way we put a distance between ourselves and what we did, how we became the people we are today. The distance grows."

Robert Vivian, "Shooting Churches"

1 comment:

Mr. Baltimore in Exile said...

reminds me of 'born into this,' by Bukowski

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