Life as a display., by hanah |
The past is coming down as paper, ripped off the walls. Memories being shredded, Torn into pieces. Soon it will be replaced by Orange. Then yellow. Then maybe blue. It will look as though nothing ever changed. But it has. New display, new work. More present becoming past. New becoming old. Until once more, It is ripped from our lives. |
Posted: 2005-05-19 11:29:10 UTC |
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