Monday, November 1, 2010

Things Change

Change is inevitable. One minute you're breathing, the next you're suffocating. Heaven and hell, and an escalator to purgatory. Black and white, and a shade of grey. The light at the end of the tunnel is behind you. Gone. Hello again. Your one way ticket to somewhere. The only question is where?

Growing up, as it turns out, is messy. Fun at first, but gets tedious with time. Much like sex. Or that roller-coaster ride you used to love as a kid. The same kid who mistook crocodiles for love making, and who naively believed that fairytales come true. Ten years later, crocodiles live on, love disguises itself as lust, and fairytales are nothing but a distant memory of the future. Extinct.

One fight - the child versus the grownup.

Who is it going to be?

7 comments:

  1. one thought which kept crossing my mind during the past year -

    innocence lost.
    is the greater loss experienced upon its abandonment, or upon the realisation that it is still in your possession?

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  2. I think the greater loss is experienced upon the realisation that it is still in your possession, but it is buried so deep that you have no way of accessing it anymore.

    ~à la seconde où elle referme la porte, commence la nostalgie de toutes les secondes précédentes~

    ~the second she shuts the door, the nostalgia of all the preceding seconds starts~

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  3. Hi Leanne please give me more info on this saying please someone post it on my door and I don't know who or y :) Alex

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  4. Hello Alex and Leanne... this was also posted on my door in NYC. Do you have any idea what this would mean? very curious!

    Z.P

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  5. Hi. If I remember well, I saw it written on a door in a city, but I'm not entirely sure which one. Now I'm curious as well!

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  6. The quote is from a French novel called 99 Francs by Frédéric Beidgeder

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  7. The quote is from a French novel called 99 Francs by Frédéric Beidgeder

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