sábado, 16 de julho de 2011
Just sharing some random thoughts
It´s amazing how some old pictures can make you feel. You know they don't mean anything. They're part of a history. Well, it's harder when it's not your history and still you have to face it, to respect it. It's really hard to come across with a past that is not your own, and still be rational and adult and deal with it. Are we really obliged to accept it, to embrace others past without getting uncomfortable? Or are we in a position of asking for a fresh start? For a clean memory card, with no photos or souvenirs? Where is the line? Right now, I know that I'm not too comfortable. And maybe I'm selfish. Stupid, immature, disrespectful. But that's just how I feel. Sorry.