Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The scratches that made me.

You buy things and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you dont care about them anymore. You dont keep them in a special pocket. You thrown them in the bag with everything else. They've surpassed their form and become nothing but function. People are like that. You keep them clean. In a special pocket. And then you scratch them. Not on purpose. Sometimes, you just drop them by accident or forget which pocket they're in. But after the first scratch, it's all downhill from there. You see past their form. They become function. Only their essence remains.

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