Monday, September 22, 2008

Fading memories


This paper looks quite antic. In fact it's not more than a few months old I just didn't pay attention to it. First the material itself becomes vulnerable due to the bad conditions of the storage. Then small cracks appear on the paper to grow. From this point we are only one step away from the spilled coffe on it. Again by our mistake.
Some things happen with great intensity where everything is exaggerated; feelings, problems, happiness, love and hate. But as soon as you quit it it's only the same again (after an over-exaggerated period).
Day by day these memories are slowly turning into just an episode of your life. All the big feelings are gone and all the small cheery colours faded from it. It's just like this sheet of paper. With milk. The day begins.



3 comments:

vero said...

yeah, man...that's how it is...sweet as life, dry as dog shit, but if you take it as a whole, you see that it's more a cookie...with milk:D

see?exactly that...or at least this is what your ideas made me remember;)...but the more I examine it the stronger I feel it would really worth it developing a complete philosophy around it^_-
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Mireia Cantó i Pastor said...

Everything is true. Also, the white paper of some lifes is getting dirty because of problems...

Vic said...

I hope it's not your paper that became dirty...