Preserve.
Is that not what sentimentality endorses – preservation?
The many black and white framed stills of movie clips I hang in precariously selected white space of wall, all for sentimental reasoning; to be reminded of what was.
To celebrate the unique quality of that specific point in time.
Everything. Anything. All that exists in the past exists in memory and what a precious facility to have that is.
Backlogged family events, past love - so distant, comfortably numb.
"There is no pain you are receding, A distant ships smoke on the horizon"
Yes I did just reference Pink Flloyd.
It seemed fitting.
Obviously I am no Heroin addict, however with a pun in place liberation is what I am...
...I am the Heroine of my very own story.
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