TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2006 Sentiment - It is beautiful - then gone like everything has a certain time of existence it could be very short time and it could be a very long time like rocks and trees, or raindrops and butterflies snowflakes and chocolate cakes it is only sad because it was beautiful. Everything is incomplete and fragile. things fall in pieces, we fall in pieces. Nature is erasing us and our traces. Our memory and our history are floating away and dissolving like paper in the river. The images fade away, the echoes of the voices get slower and slower and scratches and rust cover our reflections. Writing a story in a book does not require much, just a few memories and a little bit of time. Images never tell stories, our own memories create the stories that we think we recognize in the images and through the images. You can jump back and forth and it makes no difference whether your stories have a beginning or an end. Hundreds of letters are lined up in structures defined by languages but they mean nothing if you can not read or do not know the language. Collections of images in albums and picture-books can be read by most people who can see as we all know much of the vocabulary, still we might have no idea what the author was telling us when he put the images into an order. Nothing works the way we want it and everything takes longer. We lose what we love and we live what we have.