Musings from the runway
How do you decide what to pack for 3 months away from your residence of the past year? What bits of clothing to bring? Which accessories you'll wear? Which bags you'll use? How do you choose which parts of your life to pack up with you and journey thousands of miles away and pick up where you left off? How do you decide which bits of you stay on and linger til you return 3 months later and tie up the ends?
How do we do it? Another place; another time. How does that work? It's amazing, the pieces we pick up and leave behind. It's almost like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle of Life. Ever-changing, pieces found; pieces lost; never to be completed. I myself am but a little insignificant yet crucial piece of Life's wondrous tessallation.
There's always this little nagging doubt, whether you've packed all the stuff you need, and you keep double checking and re-confirming you haven't left anything behind.
Packing is never complete. You leave pieces of you behind that you can never pick up. The bits of you linger on, and you grow smaller as the years pass. It comes to pass that we can sustain ourselves no longer, with our baggages and the ever receding consciousness. We fade into nothing, as all things do.

-Quote of the Day-
The ineluctable modality of the visible
- courtesy of Galy Gay