April 22, 2012
Life is a dream, and we are its shadows, dependent on moonlight to record our existence moving through time. What memories, what moments remain imprinted on our hearts, and why? How can years disappear and yet a single week remain, shining brightly, telling us who we were, who we are. Mysteries, my friends, perhaps they’re all we can count on to tell us the truth when we look in the mirror.