It has gotten too confusing, when it's really quite simple. Children are monuments, when bronze will not be cast. Poems, sculptures, paintings, wars are all monuments. A person is not a monument. Monuments are static they do not move. They exist to preserve and remember. People say that memory is the curse of the living, for it cannot forget the past.
I'm tired of saying to much, and tired of not building anything. I feel like I've had forty-odd conversations with myself and I wasn't listening at all. This is not how inspiration should be recorded. This isn't real.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
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