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HERE! Images. Black and white ones. The past. Pedantic. I ponder. It was so long ago. Captured in time. A young boy poses with his skis. Me. I don't remember that moment. Natives believed the camera captures souls. My guru believed photographs were useless. "Stay in the present," he warned. Don't worship the past was his belief. I look around. Images. Coloured ones. The present. Pedantic. I ponder. That moment has already passed. I can't think of a future. I don't know what future means. "Be Here Now," Ram Dass intones. I sit and look at my wife's dead body... |
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