These clouds the color of bones will help you love where you've been.

Chestnut Waters (1923-1927) by Paul Nash

If we treated the past like a living thing, we wouldn’t feel so ambivalent about the future. Instead, we portray history as a series of awkward mistakes we should feel ashamed of. You were worse then, a neurotic nerd with bad eyesight and stoical parents, chasing anyone who couldn’t see you clearly. I was worse th…

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