Paperwalls

Flipping through these pages trying to piece back together time that was and things that were; this gilded stationary like a vault, harvests secrets not yet ripe to resurface. It serves a photographic function of freezing time, memories, thoughts, emotions, dreams, insecurity, ambitions, and most of all: fear. This all subjectively interpreted by the owner of these pages. That person is the one that tries to condense the truest of human expressions in a matter of concise words. Modifying history to satisfy its prying hunger and incommensurable ego, it is a creator; a giver of life. It becomes almost like an architect, designing a perfect world, inspired by the ashes of previous mistakes. All so these new lives can interact and grow and learn. These souls that have emerged from this spright imagination have no bearing outside these paperwalls. They are unique, individual and different in their own way; however, they still fail to grasp the universal similarities that bind them all together. They see the world through their own eyes, with a kaleidoscopic vision that holds reality like some untold truth, well kept and guarded through the ages. They are actors on stage in the theater of life, merely playing a role scripted by someone greater looking down from a window. I’m just the messenger. This is their story: