| PostcardsPeople are like postcards sometimes, a superficial image of a much larger reality, or truth. We hold them, like a postcard and stare... imagine... and let pure emotion run wild, and let it feed our dreams.
The thing with postcards is that they are really only an image in themselves. They tell you nothing of the turmoil, or the complicated and sometimes difficult history a country or a city has endured. Postcards have a glossy shimmer that make it easier to be distracted from this, just by the pure sight of it all.
But postcards are beautiful too and necessary. They evoke a sense of longing, and most importantly, inspire a journey. And are people not like postcards... they should inspire a journey into the depths of their museums, their memories or bygone eras, the people they've loved, who've made a difference, who've changed them. People like places can be demystified, and in practice committed to, in a way. Much like the way you give yourself up to a city you've never been to before, just to understand where it begins and ends.
Maybe along the way a picture of person finds its way onto your mantle too, just like a postcard... But the real thing is right next to you, in a heap of unsorted lovely waiting to be discovered. And on and on. |
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