15-10-2010

"Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge. An everlasting pool. A pool of memories. Like picking a grape off a vineyard, you choose one to remember. Then you put it back. No trace of taking it, except your own conscience. Some sweet and beautiful, some ugly and unpleasant, but nevertheless there. With age the pool shrinks - the unnatural event of nature itself. But at the very depth, a layer of feelings remains.