I'm reminded of the ending of Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea." The protagonist, the old fisherman Santiago, after a difficult struggle with the fish and the sea, asks himself, "Who defeated you, old man?" and answers, "No one. I simply went too far out to sea."
The taping compound dried in your hair... There’s something so human about walking home covered in the stuff meant to hide seams, then carrying all those seams around anyway.
Exactly Asuka, that time in my life was so interior, even in a city bursting with humanity and like you say I carried those seams with me and still do!
I'm reminded of the ending of Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea." The protagonist, the old fisherman Santiago, after a difficult struggle with the fish and the sea, asks himself, "Who defeated you, old man?" and answers, "No one. I simply went too far out to sea."
Brilliant, and a valuable insight for me.
wow.. really nice how what 'is' becomes 'was .. and then back to 'is'.
The taping compound dried in your hair... There’s something so human about walking home covered in the stuff meant to hide seams, then carrying all those seams around anyway.
Exactly Asuka, that time in my life was so interior, even in a city bursting with humanity and like you say I carried those seams with me and still do!