Tuesday, 20 May 2008
Saturday, 12th April 2008
I was here, in The Valley, but all my photos between 12th April and 19th April were accidentally deleted in a moment of confusion.
Without my photos, this blog, and no written journal to turn back to, I wonder if the following days even existed. My mind is so fried, my memory so weakened, that if I don't make traces in the sand, it is as if the rain has come and washed them all away, if I even made any.
Memory is existence, proof of who we are, not who we were.
It's late now as I write, I'm tired. Pick this up later dear reader, when I come back to my photos on the 19th. As for the intervening days, if you have proof I was alive, send it to me.
Without my photos, this blog, and no written journal to turn back to, I wonder if the following days even existed. My mind is so fried, my memory so weakened, that if I don't make traces in the sand, it is as if the rain has come and washed them all away, if I even made any.
Memory is existence, proof of who we are, not who we were.
It's late now as I write, I'm tired. Pick this up later dear reader, when I come back to my photos on the 19th. As for the intervening days, if you have proof I was alive, send it to me.
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