The definition of a year seems vague. Neither it is short nor long.
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| BY Rob Mulholland |
I have yet to read the rationale behind this beautiful piece of art, but for me personally it has something to do with human - our reflection, how our looks remain the same while the inside is transforming ... it is amazing how all of us have reshaped; mails, words and all that thought-provoking outputs merge into one intangible moss, it keeps on growing and drying out, breaking through this side and twisting on that side... How could a lot of events be stuffed into just a few days? How could bold statements collapse so rapidly? Is it internal or external? Yes I find it pretty fascinating, it's even more complex than rocket science, almost unsolvable. I love this simple, almost too-obvious quote of McLuhan: "I don't necessarily agree with everything I say"
However, now that I've look at it from both side, the sequences seem clear.
Ephemera. everything is life is temporary. what we once hold so dear and close, might vanish the next day without any signs. Enjoy this moment, suffer from it, laugh hard, taste every bite of your "now".
So fast, now that I am
seeing the others dealing with their changes. How I wish I could do
something, anything to help them, though the best thing I can do for
now, is keeping silence.
