dispersion (from the rule of four)
the thing people like to say to victims is that time is a great healer.
the great healer is what they say, as if time were a doctor. but after six years of thinking on the subject, i have a different impression.
time is the guy at the amusement park who paints shirts with an airbrush. he sprays out the color in a fine mist until it's just lonely particles floating in the air, waiting to be plastered in place.
and what comes of it all, the design on the shirt at the end of the day, usually isn't much to see.
i suspect that whoever buys that shirt, the one great patron of the everlasting theme park, whoever he is, wakes up in the morning and wonders what he ever saw in it.
we're the paint in that analogy.
time is what disperses us.
posted by kurama minamino @ 12:07 PM
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