_malaya; twenty-three; passion for web design, photography, & singing. lover of dolphins, disney, music, and the color green.
************************************************************************************* Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impluse. What do we hope from it? Appluse, envy, respect? Or simply, attention, of any kind we can get?
At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
- Margaret Atwood *************************************************************************************
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"