Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
When we turn 21,we begin to regret the sins we did not committed…
Jestem pijana. Od wina tylko trochę. Najbardziej od wspomnień.
What kind of songs do you like? she asked.”The ones that remind me of you,” I said.
Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
I find things hidden in books: dried flowers, locks of hair, tickets, labels, receipt, invoices, photographs, postcards, all manner of cards. I find letters, unpublished works by the ordinary, the anguished, the illiterate. Clumsily written...
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.