There are precepts we must follow, dimensions we cannot escape.
Death is only the first of many finalities. It is the looking back, the retracing of choices now fixed for ever, that turns a life into theater, sculpts coincidence to stone.
In the end, memory is a superior realism. Not what really happened, but what we have come to believe.
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'Life is a cemetery of retrospective lucidities.'
Jean-Francois Revel
This is why I dreamt I could leave a gate open for any relationship I ever had. I hoped… Most of the gates had been closed. And the relationships themselves became frames in a movie (one that was never made, never played).
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