Justine Ong
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Musings on The Moth

“We all fall, and it matters. But when the fall is all you have left, it matters a great deal.”

Permanence as a condition, permeates the liveable and makes it seem unsurmountable. As a consequence, does fate dictate the infallibility of the now? What makes matter change its state? What brings a person to move on? Is it knowing that there is something to look forward to?

“No matter how much the chips may be stacked against you, there is a way to hold your head high.”

Stained sheets. All history — - raw, bare, dispensable.

“But this time, that was comforting. Recover it nothing changed, it meant I knew who I was, that I was a real person. And that even without my memory, I was still me.”

“This is what we know. In the deepest blackest night of despair, if you can get just one pinhole of light, all of it rushes in.”

Justine Ong

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