Saturday, 17 November 2012

"The tragedy of life is not that people die, but that they die to you".

Fyodor Dostoevsky

.....and then one day ten years have passed.....

......and then twenty....

.......thirty, forty, fifty....

And then one day your whole life passes in front of you in seconds; and you know there is no yesterday, no tommorow, that everything happens in the same instant. That we just see it as linear, as going from then to now, to give it some kind of order. To let us make up the stories we need to believe about our lives.

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