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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Tue Nov 14 00 / 4:34 AM This evening, I think I fell out of life for a minute. I had just finished eating dinner in the living room and was bringing my plate into the kitchen when it happened. As I got out of the lazyboy and started walking, I looked at my empty plate and the room I was in and thought about what was going on at precisely this moment. Time didn't stop, of course, but that one minute moment expanded to fill the room, the house, my consciousness universe. I felt that I was in that moment, that I was inside time and outside space. My plate was empty of the dinner I had made for myself, in the kitchen I had chosen for myself, in the house that I had bought for myself. It was less a matter of who I was living with now, more a matter of who I would never live with again. It was everything that was different now and everything that was the same in a new way; this undeniable understanding that moving forward means I will never move backwards. That piece of time was a tangible explanation of my life as I must finally realize it; it was the physical impact between the old me of five minutes ago and the new me of now. It was jarring.
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Lisa Higgs
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