March 30, 2004
The past always colors the present – the layers of our experiences and memories settle one upon another, each new shade slightly but forever altering everything it touches. Like ripples on a pond, the effects of our every action reverberate in all directions; the words we spoke yesterday change what we said last year and make it impossible for us to say certain things in the future. We curate our lives haphazardly, blindly, without realizing the implications until it is too late, and even then the obscure mystical alignment of our experiences can only partially be known. Nothing can be unsaid.