last night dear monty and i were talking about THE PAIN of RECALLING THE PAST and this is how i attempted to sum up the essence of what the past really is (lol)
when you think about it like that, maybe it can’t hurt you anymore!!!!
a (sentimental) counterpoint taken from a book i recently recommended to monty, which she finished today:
She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.