Tuesday, September 15, 2009

In Transit

And we are fragile

We are not things. We are not this or that. We are not smokers or non-smokers or ex-smokers. We are transient beings, who are always becoming something, ceasing to be something else. We are not here or there, but everywhere. We cannot be fixed, like butterflies pinned into display cases.

He's right you know...

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