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  • You told me: "This moment hides itself. You only need to keep it and it will hide itself."
    Well you didn't but I heard it between the words between the murmuring noise of the Caffé, the stereo playing Jamie Cullum. I thought to myself it could be more.
    Because maybe, what you see locked inside its own reality is but a seed, waiting to spread its roots, for eyes that might unlock it. Moments, I feel, do not own people, not even themselves. This moment is no longer yours, it is ours, that's what I meant to say.
    Maybe history is just that, the complex network of moments we can merely glimpse from time to time, one angle or another. Moments replicating each other, chaos of repeated times, that's what history looks from here.
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