These damned pictures, pictures everywhere. Stored on memory cards, fixed state harddrives, DVD’s, printed on paper and ink; viewed on a screen, a camera, from my memory; it doesn’t matter, they all serve to remind me of a rare time in my existance when I was actually content with myself. Twenty four hours doesn’t seem that long in a lifetime, in fact, it is statistically insignificant, but it was all I could grasp and fight for. Would I make the same decisions over again? I would without any sign of hesitation, none.
I guess I’m being a tad bit quixotic.
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