...clings to every fragile thing.
Perhaps it is the hysteresis of suffering, that makes us helpless in the face of helplessness. Or a proactive nostalgia for what must soon be ruined.
Perhaps it is a dangerous sense of our own presence, like the wonder of a child watching the cobweb billow with his every breath.
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4 comments:
that makes us helpless in the face of helplessness
Say what?
And the hint of fragility to every beautiful thing?
Perhaps it stems from our morbid satisfaction of finding justice when there is none. The suspicion is valid. Nice Post
Nice...Perhaps its because fragility is the most distinctive property of beauty. For what is beauty but a tension between a thing and its, well, non existence ? A note and silence, a gesture and stillness....
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