A vanished world. Heartbreaking. I am haunted by the past.
By the image of the past that flits up in an instant, and is never seen again- full to bursting with the pathos of the lived moment, the aching of the human creature caught in history, blindsided by it. An eye that meets mine, blinks, and disappears. Hands that grow tense, and loosen, and clench again. A gaze that implores- remember me. Even in my vanishing.