What joins the moments together -
strung on a fine thread like glass beads
or mortared into a wall
or tenuous and fleeting
as the quivering bubbles in my bath?
Or are they in fact not joined at all,
but leaves falling,
flying fast from the branches
of one tree, or many, or none?
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I find it frustrating that we human-animals are so painfully attuned to the passage of time and so unable to do anything about it... to retain or maintain or prolong or rewind it.
We scrabble about trying to maintain memories (pictures journals words stories) and yet it's the memories that hold all the pain.
I envy my cats.
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