Dear friend,
Tonight I sit in my room in the
aftermath of the calamity. Wondering
what caused the destruction, and why paper seemed to be affected the most. It makes me think about how fragile even the soundest
structures can be, and just how many pieces go into its creation. I try
to use it metaphorically to try and understand relationships and how the best
can be destroyed in minutes, and how some people will sweep the pieces away and
move on, while others will wait for them to decompose into the earth.
I don’t know how I feel about my
room after the chaos has settled…It feels different. I think humans crave to be around anything
that has destructive power, ones that can both build and deconstruct. It is exciting, feeling that adrenaline pulse
through your body. It makes you think
that maybe you could do the same, but then again I’d be kidding to ever
think myself an architect or a destructor, I think I will always remain an
onlooker, or be a resident in the building that collapses.
Sincerely,
Tales
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