I am Diaper

• Published:January 21st, 2009
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Memory. This is my problem. For without this I should know nothing of my past. There would be no “before” to taugnt me, only “now”. I cannot help but feel that my sad lot would be all the more bearable without the nagging of somewhere or something better, constantly bringing me back to this sordid reality. The funny thing is that my memories are not necessarily better than my experiences now, just that there were some moments: the sun shining through the studio window onto me, the sound of music and laughter, and the smell of a lovely perfume……and they all conspire to make my lot so unbearably sad.