December 26, 2015
Imagine: We've never met. We've never even once set foot in the same place at the same time. Who would occupy your place in my head? I don't suppose I can be arrogant to ask who would take my place in yours. There are days I look at the past through kaleidoscope lenses: Events form a pattern, there are identical bits but some are upside-down, some are sideways, and they seem to be taunting you the more you look at them. And so I am forced to look away. I like that filter, it takes away the pointy irregularities.