Me, myself and I
- Chiara
- Bolzano, Italy
- ‘Cause we don't know when we’ll die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? 4 or 5 times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.