The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless it was eternal.
Andrew TaylorTime doesn't heal, it just gives you other things to think about.
Andrew TaylorWe distract ourselves with details. It's a way of coping.
Andrew TaylorThat's what hell means, perhaps, being compelled not just to live but to relive.
Andrew TaylorBooks are not luxuries. They are the meat and drink for the mind.
Andrew TaylorMaybe our life is an affair of coastlines,
of touching on contours, of sand shifting
underfoot, of footprints straying
a shoreline. No epitaph in granite,
no marble eminence, no limestone
subtlety. Tracking my prints back
is recovering tides’ clean sweep,
the cleansing services of storms’ and winds’
abrasive erasures. The only line
that matters in the end is forward
since home is what we find when we find
what it is, they say. Still, standing on the edge
of stone seven thousand kilometres wide,
my back to a whole past vivid to my eyes,
I wonder why, here, it should suddenly begin.
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