— The Smiths (via im-simply-me)
The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.
— Tim O’Brien
Mistakes. More often than not, they sit on the surface of the page, staring up at you, yet this is only temporarily uncomfortable. Within a few simple strokes of an eraser on its black lettering, we can remove the existence of the mistake leaving behind the soft, rubber piling that the eraser made on the page. But some mistakes scratch deeper, and when they do the eraser is useless. Oh, you can rub all you like, but the smudge gets dirtier, bigger, frightening in its persistence.
Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.