Saturday, August 11, 2012

Minefield of the future (Kyoto XLVI)


Night, day, night, day, night
2.00-8.00-2.00

Never before 
have I projected my mind 
so strongly into my surroundings,
The city changes its face on daily basis,
But with time comes roots.

And the memories that really echo far,
the ones that ripple consequences into
our smallest behavioral quirks,
are those we don't 
remember anymore.

To stumble through a day now 
is to walk on a minefield of the future.




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