there is something achingly beautiful about things that are fleeting. they don't rust, wither, or die away--they don't change because you never get to see them when they do. they just exist in that moment. in that second of a minute in a lifetime, our eyes and hearts try to hold on to every single intricate thing possible--the colors, the words and sentences, the music playing in the background, that unmistakable feeling in our gut. we hold on to these like the pictures we keep hidden in the boxes of our memories.

"i stand to lose if i expect anything else." - The Noises 10

so here's the deal..

building a mosque near the vicinity of the 9-11 tragedy is like giving a bike to a person who recently just lost both his legs. It's insensitive, to put it mildly. I'm not implying that they have no right to build, but they shouldn't be naive as to think no one would seriously get offended by this.

and yes, i know, this post is way overdue. but i just had to let that one out. now i can sleep like a log. au revoir!