Art by Gustavo Poblete
With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting,
flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is
dead.But you can't start over with each new second.
You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless
from the start.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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