"And even if nothing turned out how we'd hoped, it would not have changed what we'd hoped for"
“Only a fragment leaves the mark of authenticity”
“We are never sad enough for the world to be better”
Why oh why when we see it all before us can we not change it? Or have we tried? We wave goodbye to the present like a passing train, too content for it to become past, and too complacent so as to allow it to return masquerading as future.