RL 2012-12-11 10:16:00|
Thank you, Jeff.
Helk 2012-12-11 08:26:00|
I visited my childhood home. It felt weird; it was a memory that I felt unsure was real. But I have had distinct lives. Separate, final.
I know your feeling, I think. My home was erased when the people who made it more than a structure died. So the house lives on, but no light moves there.
Nauseating feeling. That recollection, more than any other, reminds me of my mortality.