#insayable

We are, writers, readers, and everyone, whether we love our lives or not, compelled to watch time blow it all away. It’s the beauty and tragedy of us. We strive to see the horizon beyond the horizon. We do our work, we fall in love, we make plans and harbor the most extravagant hopes even as we know where it’s all headed. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. I for one am not going to argue with Shakespeare. Like any writer, I’ve spent my life trying to preserve time, so that others will be able to open a book and not only see but feel that which rises up off the pages; to smell and taste; to hear, if faintly, songs that no one has sung in a century or more. We persist in the effort, even as we know that almost all our efforts will fail to one degree or another. It’s like trying to drive a nail into a pool of mercury.