She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do you know the poem about the two roads, and the one not taken?"
Yes. That has always amused me, because who created the two roads in the first place?"
It was a question I had never considered.
Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.
Tan Twan EngDie while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.
Tan Twan EngTag: death memory-loss
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
Tan Twan EngTag: life perception perspective time loneliness memory
A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.
Tan Twan EngTag: description
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Tan Twan EngA garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others, and some of them move slower than wee can ever perceive. I only understood this fully long after I had been his apprentice.
Tan Twan EngTime seems to overlap, like the shadows of leave pressing down on other leave, layer upon layer.
Tan Twan EngThe tree of life is already doomed from the moment it is planted.
Tan Twan EngTag: death
The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man
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