Thoughts left unwritten or words left unsaid are like residue and waste left undischarged in the body; they remain to stain and damage the organs that depend on purity to sustain the possibilty of a renewed creative union with the present.
Perhaps part of the process of the constitution of the personality lies in this: a protest of the mind against an unresolved memory, a series of problems, felt with all the intuitive force and power of a sensitive soul, left unresolved by all the cognitive solutions and rationalizations of learning and thought, left unburied by all the sandy, worthless layers of the chattering, insistent present, thereby shaping, framing, deforming it, turning perception into a prisoner's art.
And so, the tension between the forgotten future and the wasted past mixes into the visions of a damned, hapless present.
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