Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.

“But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world look…”

“when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true dei…”

“Maybe that was all there ever will be just that one weekend and forever this un…”

“I touched the small sacred images. I shook my head and bit my lip, as if to say…”