July 2012
39 posts
vertigo.
she was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. she was in a constant state of vertigo. —milan kundera
patches.
the cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. but everything has its cause and its meaning. every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. sometimes, we do see. sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. —shantaram
