FatGiant
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- Jan 7, 2022
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Yeah, life is like that you know... I moved, many times, made friends here and there... sometimes I wonder if they even remember me... if I still remember them all. Stories, so many stories, pieces of me, pieces of us... Some are a small paragraph, sometimes little more than a side note, scribbled impulsively... others, could be a ten tomes novel, if anyone bothered to write them. In the end, I feel that most of us are just side notes on each others stories, just fleeting impulses, noted down with intention, forgotten forever. Are we the writer? The story? The character? Maybe we are just the ink... with which others write their stories...Well, the "never heard from again" throws a damper on the whole thing, but otherwise yes.
Ah well, this was "Thoughts in a rainy night" episode of this week...
Peace