16 lip 2015

Service not included

So much is lost. Hard to believe that it's so long ago, that flesh is mortal, that everything slides towards its end. Once, I belonged to the future. The beloved future, that was what counted; the present was a means, and the past no more than a dull shard of pottery, a bottle dug up by my father on the beach. Now, however, I belong to yesterday.

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