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.”
