040526 Usher

Time passes. It fills hours that are lost in a doomed memory. On its front shelves there are also some moments. Unique. Unshaken. Fearless. No countdown touches them. They survive the new ones that crowd in without luck. You don't try to impose order. You can't. They are all yours. But. There is an usher to your algorithm. It decides independently. You are a spectator of your own life. It embraces you with joy. Seeing them. You recognize, You are faithful to your path. Birthday. Your personal New Year.