Left behind, beautiful things retain their value in the eyes of those who can see what they represent. Forgetting our history would render the present devoid of meaning, always living in a fleeting moment of truth. The world moves forward, time relentlessly washes away our memories and we are left to fight for meaning in that sea of interconnected symbols and conclusions. And as we measure time with the speed of our thoughts, ideas pass by us circling our minds, slowly permeating our days and nights. I reject this revolving path of revisionism, I stand opposed to denying what has come before, and by seeing beauty in what others call waste I reject the notion that what I love today will someday mean nothing.
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