30 July 2012

excerpt from "The Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives"

How do we come back to the land of the living and leave behind our memories of the dead? Because we must. The dead live and dance and laugh only in our memories, and our responsibility is to live joyfully and keep the goal of a just society. The dead give us no comfort except in the fact that they did live, they did laugh, they were of soft permeable flesh, and brilliant. Presente.

I will never forget you. I will not speak of you. You must rest, and I must work. I miss you madly.

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