Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

Never pass by a chance to shut up.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?

Living, we fret. Dying, we live. I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll be of good cheer.