For my part I believe in the forgiveness of sin and the redemption of ignorance. And if redemption lies in remembering, am I comitting a sin by trying to, on some level, forget some of the details of the hell I survived?
Image junkies.
Heart pollution.
Ultimately, having an experience becomes identical with taking a photograph of it. This is why I think the majority of my friends are photographers. I have a certain love right now. A gorgeous flower. And I'm realizing I can either let it grow, or run the risk of killing it with too much love.
It's dark in this room... and quiet.
Hope.
