"Eternity buries itself in smaller things.
How desperately I have wished for memories to be eternal, but eternity exists only insofar as it buries itself in smaller things. The photograph will exist longer than I can ever remember it being taken. Even the candle which burns exists longer than my recollection of the candle or its burning - it exists but is transmogrified.
In this way, in smaller things, it is buried. In this way, maybe, I am buried too."
- Jacqueline Winter Thomas
