You wake up. Every day, you wake up. And you don’t believe that one day you won’t wake up anymore…
- Presentation of Do Pick’s Photo Album
You think you’re invincible.
Strong.
Then, suddenly, you stumble. Physically or emotionally.
You shatter. Physically or emotionally.
At first, they don’t tell you that the weight of the years pulls you down. They know, but they let you experience it.
And then, one day…
The “one day” is close. Very close.
It pulls down beside you, your thigh, your loins. Things become heavy. A burden. You become a burden to yourself.
It hurts.
Sharply, or dull, cutting… It hurts to live.
You think you control it? You think you can control it?
The glory of flesh, the changing constancy of the preserved present. The slowness of the moment melting into the future, carving irreparable gaps on your skin, your soul.
You think you’ll remain?
Will something remain of you?
Will something stay after you?
Will something endure in the world?
The significance of things fades. Essential things become insignificant. The importance of things, their role, shifts. Your importance, your role, shifts.
And you realize you’ve been deceiving yourself. You see beyond the events. You see behind the events. And what remains? Does anything remain? Something that matters beyond time and space?
Does it remain? It remains.
Close your eyes and you see…
