A man embraces his wife following the collapse of a garment factory in Bangladesh. This was their last gesture as the building collapsed around them – not panic, fear, or even a resolute attempt at escape, but a simple acceptance of their fate and a desire to hold each other in their final moments.
Broken sensibilities dependent on rumors of hard impenetrable myths cheat the truths that float in the heart of those who have lost loved ones.
Memory, the only repository of the ancient hieroglyphics that live in our silent identities can and must speak to the absolute bearing of experience
that will live within us for ever.
Hi jOel did you write this after seeing the photograph? I am not sure if I managed to get the understanding… but I gave it a go.
Fracturing perceptions against whispering crystalline mythology. Deceiving the candour of the heart. Memory. Memory becomes unintelligible silence. As forgotten hieroglyphs speak of lives gone. As a murmured rumour we must repeat.
Sorry I reaaranged some of it. Also used crystalline over hard… hieroglyphs Pyramids… pointy crystals. Kind of figure that one metaphor per verse … I really hope I made sense of what you were saying.
oh so impressive your fancy words jOel gOld ! Perhaps you could translate that into English so that others can understand. The mark of true intelligence is not just stringing a bunch of fancy words together, but using them so that others can understand. You my friend, are an ass !
Oh so powerful!l His pain is so evident and it will never go away.
Broken sensibilities dependent on rumors of hard impenetrable myths cheat the truths that float in the heart of those who have lost loved ones.
Memory, the only repository of the ancient hieroglyphics that live in our silent identities can and must speak to the absolute bearing of experience
that will live within us for ever.
Not sure what all that means but I hope you were expressing sympathy.
Hi jOel did you write this after seeing the photograph? I am not sure if I managed to get the understanding… but I gave it a go.
Fracturing perceptions against whispering crystalline mythology. Deceiving the candour of the heart. Memory. Memory becomes unintelligible silence. As forgotten hieroglyphs speak of lives gone. As a murmured rumour we must repeat.
Sorry I reaaranged some of it. Also used crystalline over hard… hieroglyphs Pyramids… pointy crystals. Kind of figure that one metaphor per verse … I really hope I made sense of what you were saying.
oh so impressive your fancy words jOel gOld ! Perhaps you could translate that into English so that others can understand. The mark of true intelligence is not just stringing a bunch of fancy words together, but using them so that others can understand. You my friend, are an ass !
I think jOel is “legally” stoned, and makes lots of sense to himself?
A few Vets. would like to teach him reality English!
And you, Mr. Cousins, are not very intelligent.
What does that make you, Mr. Cousins?
And what does that make you, Mr. Cousins?
Scratches on gas chamber wall bring a chill knowing that was also their last breath