To remember forgetting
Is to see en route
A future in which you won’t
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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A future in which we won't see or won't remember? Or won't forget?? Haha, of course it's "remember" but I like overthinking sometimes. This is quite the mind-bend, DJ, and I love it. I've been sitting on it for a few minutes now, and I really applaud your skill with this one. Also, great image; completely captures the vibe (dare I say?) of the concept presented in your senyru.