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Reflections of Time
Eternity is theory. Memory is weight.
Eternity is unavailable for inspection. What the body holds is minutes — spent, unspent, misfiled.
Memory outlives the subject without granting immortality. It returns at odd hours, demanding room rent in the chest.
Cherish is not a command here. It is a practice with no guarantee of comfort.
The dead do not need our poetry. We need the honesty of what they altered.
The clock strikes without commentary.
JV · Dark Heart Labs