Love is not Loved
Hector Bianciotti
Every man bears within himself
partial beings
that are unaware of eachother's
existence: we
are born many, we die only one - or
none-
and to recount is to remember
oneself.
Our Shadows:
Memories are what shape us as
individuals, past,
present and future.
What defines human
existence? What makes us
what we are? What is it
that becomes an essence
of our mortality - the
inanimate, the trace?
Our trace as a human race, is
our journey, our
story, our history.
Our shadows of
humanness.
Natalia Komis
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