"It is raining wherever one looks, as if the sky were a suspended sea draining interminably through countless leaks"
- Jose Saramago, The Year of The Death of Ricardo Reis (118)
Cheese Crime
14 hours ago
If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.
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