Monday, November 24, 2008
No matter where we go there are signs of barriers, signs of people making firm borders around themselves, signs of people trying to keep things how they want them, nice and neat. The messy stuff, however, keeps growing. It comes in from this way n' that. It snakes through. Comes in at a slant. It abruptly crashes in. It just keeps growing and growing no matter how hard some try to clip it out. You can't keep it out.
And that's the glimmer of hope on the horizon, I remind myself. No matter how hard some people try to keep the (his)stories their own.