Life is full of vanishing acts. If something that we didn't know we had disappears, do we miss it?
I once said that life is a series of snapshots, millions and millions of instamatic portraits of a given time and space. Life can also be said to be like a 'series of rooms', and who we get stuck with in those rooms, add on to our life.
I once said that life is a series of snapshots, millions and millions of instamatic portraits of a given time and space. Life can also be said to be like a 'series of rooms', and who we get stuck with in those rooms, add on to our life.
