Nostalgia aint what it used to be: Nearly there

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Nearly there

The summer holiday is nearly here - time for lots of reflection and lots of rest. I've got six weeks to get my head back together and try and return to some form of normality, deal with a few personal issues and formulate a plan of some description that will create a reason to continue the daily and sometimes hourly battle of existence.

Depression still looms over my shoulder, a devilish psychological vulture. If you haven't ever experienced this affliction you may find this image a good introduction to what anguish millions of souls go through.

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A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.

He had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.